The Trap 3
Lenny's flames were white flames. This was a natural bane for Demons and Devils. Coupled with his high rank, there was no way that Curtin was going to survive such a hit.
Victor walked up to the remaining part of Curtin that was still recognizable.
It was half of his head. It was laid on the charred earth gasping and struggling for life.
"Your..*COUGH!* Fighter... Lenny Tales... nice Trap!" Those were the final words he said before life seized from his eye forever into internal darkness.
All of a sudden, a wave of exhaustion washed through his body and he could not help but fall on the ground beside Curtin's head.
His breath was heavy and his body had kicked into its healing process, "Fuck! It's finally over..."
Those words were heard by those in the Arena and immediately, a loud roar of victory resounded through the Arena.
"IMPOSSIBLE!!!" Agnes stared wide-eyed at the screen. She could not believe what she had just seen.