Phase Three, Round Two

***Back to Astaroth***

*Bang!*

As the gong resounded in the arena, Astaroth instantly melded with White, and dodged an incoming bullet. He barely stepped aside as it brushed through his newly grown fur.

Astaroth quickly re-adjusted his footing and launched forward. This wasn't like earlier, where the jungle permitted a nice retreat path for the gunner.

Azamus had minimal space to jump back to, so he would have to run in circles. But Astaroth's speed was immensely higher than his, and it would not work.

Azamus had watched Astaroth's fights and had quickly understood that his mindset on this player was wrong. By all measures, he was a noob, but his strength alone made him a tough opponent.

Azamus hoped his opponent would play defensively, because that would let him kite all he wanted. But Astaroth was not planning on being defensive.