Chapter 12: Time For A Beatdown

"Ok ok, everyone calm down now, the battle is about to begin." The God Of The Arena looked at us while smiling.

"Do entertain us or we might just kill you on the spot."

"Yeah yeah, I've got the drill."

The man with starry hair readied himself.

With his year's of combat in this place, he had gained battle experience like no one ever had.

This time though, he felt something was wrong.

Usually, the arena would match him with people of similar power to him, so why was there just some kid here?

There's no way this guy could be strong.

Suddenly, a loud sound pierced his thoughts.

The gods began to get very excited.

"It's finally time!"

"Who do you think will win?"

"I bet on the warrior."

"Well then I'll bet on the runt."

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Instantly, the man rushed at me.

With no time to dodge, I threw my ragged cloak at his face.

Surprised, he took a step back.

Using that to my advantage, I lunged for his sword.

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CRACK!!!

My eye's widened.

I had missed.

I then realized he was smirking.

It hit me, was it all a feint?

He lured me in to attack me.

Wait then why did he not attack me?

"Come here, I'll finish you in a minute."

Bastard, he was looking down on me!

Meanwhile, the gods were muttering between themselves.

"It seems like the boy will lose."

"Ha, I told you."

Not only the enemy but even the gods?

Am I really that pitiful?

NO!

I refuse to become a thief again!

This time I will live my life normally!

With newfound vigor, I rushed at him.

HA!!!

"Since you want to die so bad, I'll help you." He said while picking up his sword.

"Feel blessed that you will die to me, the mighty BAJS!"

( Note: Bajs is actually poop in Swedish. I checked on google translate ;)

{{ Scar Style: Foolhardy Smash }}

He raised his greatsword in the sky while jumping upwards.

Reaching the top, he started to aim his sword diagonally, aiming for my head.

"TAKE THIS!!!" He shouted when he felt his sword connect with something.

"HA HA HA HA!!!"

"I HAVE WON!" he boasted with a smug tone.

CRACK!!!

He looked down.

What happened?

The sword was stuck in a crack in the ground?

Then where was the enemy.

Turning around, he realized too late.

With one touch, he understood why.

"Kid, I've underestimated you." He whispered quietly.

"I don't care." I rebutted.

"Just die already."

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