Prologue 28 (Part 3) Iisimaila Fginja and Rashta Micko (4), Fairy and Ghoul.

 "ROAR!"

 "ROAR!"

 One claim for dominance birthed chaotic streams of dust that half danced about itself in concentration or half loosely in the DamageRoom.

 And the other disputed the draconic creatures' dominance in layers of different voices that sounded like strange music.

 Seemingly unhurt by the waves of dust that seemed to make only cracking sounds on his skin whenever they came close where it should have drawn muscle deep injury instead, Rashta Micko was able to crouch and build his jump that distorted the currents of dust which were supposed to be dancing about randomly while they sporadically reached at him to violently rub at him in their deceptively, thoroughly tender caresses.

 *"Terrible Talons."*

 He leaped and a shockwave ring was birthed at his feet leaving the ground, the seemingly stray dust had been forced to part for him as he reached with claws outstretched into the sky of the Damage Room with blood trailing his sharp fingertips, but he had marks of his own too. There was an entire claw's aftermath that covered his chest which only had a single stream of blood in all of their groves and he felt pain that wracked him like arrogant lightening intending to pull down a deity. But he wanted to paint a good picture for the nobles who knew Uniah Gramanos. So, he began talking even as a stream of blood escaped his lips.

 *"Draconic Claws."*

 "Not bad."

 He had seen its descent like brown lightening, his approach to it only a second faster as its approaching wind would have tossed him like a beach ball in a stormy ocean if he were not in his current form.

 They had clashed, and instead of an instant rebound, they rotated on contact, as if in a dance, before finding themselves at vertical opposites of the arena.

 "You compliment me now?" The pain on the Lindworm was what she felt and her rage was its rage. The Goblin did not even know when she was screaming more than talking till it and they both decided to use her trump technique.

 "Not bad to be crushed by me."

 The dust had shivered about the atmosphere in this previous clash and the cracks of the Damage Room had absorbed them, but this was a Genre 2 Potent Artifact, so it spat out the fine particles before healing back itself.

 Each dust unit seemed to have suddenly lost the will behind its intention, all dropping to the ground as Rasht Micko muttered something.

 *"Shifter Being."*

 The reflection of his transformations – teenager, elder one, owl and rat – switched over the surface of his skin starting in the speed of a galloping horse to that of moving animation panels until it looked like a real time movie.

 *"Punch Of Existence."*

 The Shapeshifter had rushed into a line thin beam that had started after the dust began whirling bout like a sand storm. It had begun that way and picked up in not only knots but screeching sound until it formed a truncated cone in his direction with the open base facing him. And through that base was draconic teeth that gathered resplendent Ko-jin in the nethermost of its throat as if a borehole were to bring up all the content of its belly into its mouth.

 When the Shapeshifter had jumped at the Lindworm and had torn the air, producing shock waves in his approach like he was the mother of them, the beam had been able to match his speed and make the DamagerRoom flutter like a flag in tumultuous weather.

 *"Dust Flood!"*

 The now 10-meter-wide beam of Dust slapped Rashta Micko but his advance did not stop, albeit slowing him down by moving every 3 meters in 1 second now, his punch outstretched had his fans standing on their seats.

 "Rashta Micko!"

 "Rashta Micko!"

 "Rashta Micko!"

 The Lindworm opened its jaws wide to spew its avalanche of an attack as it pressed on, even though it seemed that its defeat was imminent and only a matter of time.

 "Isimaila Fginja!"

 "Isimaila Fginja!"

 "Isimaila Fginja!"

 And just when the punch was about to connect with the inner maw of the Lindworm, Isimaila Fginja holding both weapons before her with their points facing the approaching Shapeshifter who was now kicking off sand that held her upside down from the ceiling of the Damage Room while she been charging Ko-jin in her feet, blasted off like a rocket on nitro, so that the tops of the spiked weapons collided with his scalp and waist respectively.

 Speed had been pushed to the limits from her Ko-jin core the meridians, to her core to, her organs, her muscles and finally within her skin to unleash Explosive Speed.

 BONG!

 And Rashto Micko went down as if this reality had finally been allowed to exercise its will on his intended position.

 BANG!!!!!!!!!

 Dust rose to the skies like a geyser the breadth of a 100-meter-wide waterfall! All the spectator craned their necks to understand what happened.

 And when they saw….

 …It was like it had been Rashta Micko's destiny to eat dust, quite literally.

 It was like he would also be the first person to have Hyol's earth been a hospital bed as his silhouette was accurately cut into the stage.

 Her Pact Beast, Ninomorua, had made several sacrifices for this final move and it paid off because their enemy was down, but the falling fist had grazed its lower jaw and it had caused the Lindworm to flip over herself till she knocked her body against the wall in a cracking slap like a painfully loud whip that was flickered with precision and power.

 Both of them -Isimaila Fginja and Ninomorua - shared her pain, however, and as she had also cut off the stream of dust when the weapons had entered enough range, she had had to forcibly halt an already amplified technique which added to the blood that would have come out of her serpentine throat nonetheless.

 It moved slowly and lazily as Loveth 2,4,5,1,7,9. announced her as the winner. But the Goblin walked slowly to the Pact Beast and dropped to her knees, using the fall to lay a hand on it as she dropped the intensity of the connect between them. It cried on the floor and she did along with it, even though the applause was thunderous.

 Zlai Dfon looked at the repairing stage and the repairing DamageRoom to wonder if she had ever been in a fight this serious before.

 Yes, 'New Universe' was being screamed, but could she shoulder hopes and not fail them?

 "No pressure," the Pixie put a hand on her friends'. "Just do your best. If it is hard, then quit."

 The enchanting Fairy took a deep breath in and nodded in enthusiasm.

 The betting stakes were given to a weeping Goblin who cradled her pet that lay on the ground. When she gave it some pills that made it able to curl around her so that she looked as if she were in some scaly oversized cloak, she walked to her seat. So much so that some people gave theirs to make room for her and hers'.

 "I might not be here next time."

 "You tried enough." She never took he Goblin for a soft one, but she understood.

 "I said might," the girl scowled. "Do not make me feel pity, now I am New Universe, right?"

 "Hmmm, maybe. "

 "Aww, come on!"

 She would have screamed if the Pixie hands did not wriggle about her pet's scales to lay itself on her shoulder.

 Loveth 2,4,5,1,7,9. blew a whistle with her fingers to calm the entire grounds they were in.

 "Zlai Dfon Vs Haron Javan!"

 He was listening to the instruction of Uniah Gramanos. The strict expression on his face was almost

devout and until she finished, he did not move.

 Zlai Dfon appeared on the stage and she watched the green Troll come slowly after. His green and white skin looked like it was body paint but she saw some scars had not healed on its surface. Her eyes opened but she had to still them.

 This was not a Troll it was a Ghoul.

 Trolls had enough vitality that those who had been blessed by good genes could make some cultivators in the early stages envy about their regeneration.

 Why did Uniah Gramanos have some many Yin energy uses on their side?

 He cracked his knuckles and now she could see his grim smile as alien. His set stance was perfectly

faked and his glee that seemed to want to tear his cheeks in their stretch, abnormal.

 This thing was probably older than her mother's grandmother.

 "3,2,1, GO!"

 *"Troll Acquisition: Havoc Fist!"*

 It jumped at her like a blast off and its fist not only broke ground but sent healthy chunks from the

point of impact. Its eyes followed hers as she jumped back and it followed her with enough vigor to intimidate almost everyone at the arena.

 "Is that all you can do?" Its voice sounded like a wavering screech that was somehow baritone and

soprano. "Insect, stay still and get squashed!"

 *"Havoc Fist!"*

 *" Havoc Fist!"*

 *"Havoc fist!"*

 Zlai Dfon had succeeded in jumping in 8 cardinal directions on the ground of the Damage Room,

excluding the center of the floor.

 *" Troll Acquisition: Havoc Storm"*

 And as if playing to her tune, he leapt high - so high his head scraped the Damage Room's ceiling -

before dropping down to cleave the stage into two halves from his feet as a starting point. It was not

down to dust but it looked like the after math of a demolished building. Loveth 2,4,5,1,7,9. was sincerely proud that she had been the one to monitor the exams of these promising students.

 *"Troll Acquisition: Havoc Snatch!"*

 She now evaded lunges and leaps that left a web of cracks on the DamageRoom. Each palm that

reached her stuck into the Damage Room before he let go so that he would land as he was cautious

about her catching him midair, since he had no wings.

 8 cardinal directions again before the center point, Zlai Dfon was now on the ceiling.

 He had a bad feeling about letting her do as she pleased. So, he abandoned the ground to let it heal as

he leapt to her with both hands outstretched.

 *"Troll Acquisition: Havoc Hunt*"

 He jumped hallway to her, leaving another wen of cracks on the walls, he leapt to her like a starved beast but *just* missed her feathers. Still, that had been his closest attempt ever and he jumped again with his hands in the ceiling and his feet on the wall, to her again. The Damage Room's signs of being broken began to connect and Loveth 2,4,5,1,7,9. was not sure if she should call it off.

 Instead, she went to one of the booths on the bleachers and directly channeled the DamageRoom to

heal.

 That meant he would lose a foothold but he had already jumped off again and this time he had

aimed the ceiling although where she was not going to land. Haron Javan was not daft; he had seen her

pattern.

 So, when she was to appear to the center of the ceiling, he slapped her to the ground. And she

plummeted like a meteor to the ground when he saw her teeth move.

 *"Zone Coordinates."*

 From the midst of rumble made by her crash landing, she spoke too calmly for someone in the rut or someone that had roused so many broken pieces of ground into the floor.

 In fact, her innumerable boy fans would have screamed at her opponent if he was not a noble.