4 Chapter 4: Fight Pit!

"Okay Moéru just breath.. this is your first battle, he doesn't look tough so just calm down." It had been a not so good two weeks of constantly struggling for Moéru and Joker.

They've taken refuge in the criminal underground of Júnkan in the York Prefecture. They've ended up three kilometers south-east of Vaarin, their home city. Moéru stood up from a small stool he was sitting on in the back corner of a caged ring for fighting. Old blood pooled on the floor next to him, this wasn't some showy superstar cheesy wrestling match though. This ring was meant for fighting for real, even to death.

Joker stood in the audience of delinquents and gangsters alike, he did not like this one bit. Moéru got himself roped in a fighting tournament for a chance to earn some easy money, the winner took home a lump sum of twenty thousand credits.

Moéru quivered slightly "You got this!" He psyched himself up to get in the game. "Challengers get ready!" A large man spat words into a microphone that sat on a small judge table just outside the ring. "You're dead meat pipsqueak!" Moéru's fat opponent hollered with a wide evil grin and a clenched metal fist that was smaller than the natural one.

Moéru swallowed the lump in his throat then his face became shadowed by his hair. The judge smacked his hand on the table. "Fight!"

"Less talking more fighting.." Moéru defiantly said as he dodged under a slow left hook, then again under a right jab. "They said there's nothing against using powers!" Moéru realized aloud before receiving an uppercut to the jaw and flying into the caged wall of the ring.

Spitting a bit of mucus and blood onto the floor Moéru stood back up as his arms started to glow a slight greenish hue.

"RAH!" The large man screamed as he went for a meaty left hook aimed right for Moéru's nose. Moéru just shot straight under the fist and smashed his blazing fist into the heavy man's stomach as hard as he possibly could before commencing a hard-hitting attack rush.

Moéru smirked as he burned the man severely with his fiery blows. "Let's make this gruesome.." He then drove a white-hot metal fist straight into his stomach creating a burning gash that spat thick blood all over the floor.

"Oh my god-" Joker said with a scrunched up face as he turned to gag. "You l-little twerp shit!" The man said with a pale face as his small cybernetic fist shot out an oozing substance that covered the large gash in a strange but effective gel-like substance.

"Okay, I thought Moéru was gonna kill the guy for a second!" Joker thinks aloud. Moéru then smiled, glad the fight wasn't over yet. "You're lucky I didn't cut that deep!" He shouted smugly.

"You gotta rough me up better than that, kid!" The large man then shot gel at Moéru's left arm locking it in place at the elbow when the gel suddenly hardened.

Moéru thought of the last time he didn't think fast enough. He pushed his sensors into overdrive. "A little crust never will get the better of me!" Moéru screamed as he launched up from the ring's floor and bounced off two of the cage walls ending up flying towards the back of his opponent in the blink of an eye. Then delivering a bone shattering axe kick right to his opponent's spine, effectively knocking the man out of the fight for good.

"Challenger number one wins..!" The judge jumps up and shouts with excitement as people cheer. Then three men in uniforms come into the ring and drag the large knocked out man out of the room and presumably into the infirmary, if they even have one.

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"You almost killed that guy out there! Where in the hell did you learn to fight like that!?" Joker goes nuts while Moéru counts the first round winnings they received after the fight. "I've just always have been able to fight when I get riled up. Plus metallic arms are a good weapon." He jokes and then puts the 360 credits into a make-shift wallet.

Moéru stands up to leave the empty and plain locker room. "There's still a lot more fights coming up so I gotta be ready for anything.."