Ryu stood tall, his chest heaving uncontrollably. By now, his leather robes were in tatters, he could only rip them from his body, tossing them to the side to reveal a body that seemed carved of white marble. His skin itself shone like the purest ice in existence, bereft of flaws.
After three long rounds, Ryu's body still stood as tall as a javelin. Those of other Kingdoms couldn't even bring themselves to hate this young man, they only felt that he was an untouchable existence, a star far above their heads, a moon too resplendent to observe directly.
Before Ryu stood what remained of Jedrek's golden armored warriors. With the help of his appointed Commander, Jedrek's tactics were far more refined that Amory's approach. He cast a net across the city, slowly cutting off Ryu's avenues of escape until he became a mouse caught in a trap. Even still, that wasn't enough. By the end of the two-hour period, Ryu still stood tall.