Episode 24: Willis V.S Oscar The First Match Begins

Sable, overwhelmed with joy and excitement, exclaims. "It's time to get this started....."

Caleb quickly jumps into the arena to whisper into Sable's ear. "Sable, I know you're excited. However, you need to explain the rules first."

Sable's smile falls to a quick frown. "Right...." With a quick cough in his hand, he speaks again. "I apologize. I was getting ahead of myself. Rule one, no killing. Under no circumstance will you kill anyone during this tournament. Rule two winners will progress to the next round. Third and final rule, depending on your performance, will determine if you become an inquisitor or not."

Duke's gaze courses around the stadium as he thinks. 'I don't know if anyone else caught that? It doesn't matter if we lose as long as we perform up to their standards."

Sable points up to the scoreboard which showed the tournament brackets. "Match one is Willis V.S Oscar."

Maria pats Oscar on the shoulder. "Good luck out there, Oscar, just remember to not get too impulsive."

Oscar chuckles. "I'm not Alme. I'll take it slow and feel the opponent out."

Alme stops Oscar as he was walking toward the arena. "Be careful. During the first exam, he was the third person to cross the finish line. I never saw him fight, but I would not judge a book by its cover."

Oscar turned his head, confused. "What do you mean by that?"

Alme turns toward the arena. "You'll see what I mean."

Oscar nods and steps into the ring. Confidently stretching, waiting for his opponent. To his surprise, a young man with orange spiky hair and a round figure stepped onto the stage. "Hey man, what's up, homie?"

Oscar looks at Willis with pure shock. "Ummm... are you really a miracle user?"

Willis flexes his arms. "Of course I am. Cancha tell?"

Oscar scratches his head awkwardly. "I don't mean to presume anything. It's just that miracle users' bodies instantly change when we gain our miracle. Our bodies become almost superhuman, and we usually lose weight when that happens."

Willis looks down at his stomach and back up at Oscar. "You calling me fat, bro?"

Oscar stares at Willis, speechless. "Hmm... hmmm." He nods his head, unable to speak. "K, lets fight now."

Sable chuckles uncontrollably. "I agree with Oscar here. Contests, are you ready?!"

Oscar nods and pulls his bow out. "Just because I goofed up doesn't mean I am going to go easy on you."

Willis smacks his stomach, causing it to jiggle. "Well I hope not bro."

Sable raises his right arm before swinging it down. "Begin!!!"

Oscar quickly reaches for an arrow. However, before he could Willis opens his mouth as his eyes glow yellow. A large orb of yellow energy formed at his mouth and blasted a beam of energy at Oscar. Oscar managed to dodge in the knick of time. The beam of energy smashed into the arena floor causing a mild explosion. Oscar looked at Willis with shock. " What the hell was that?"

Willis smacks his round stomach again. "This my home dog is my miracle, dragon breath."

Oscar grabs an arrow and knocks it, quickly pulling back the string and shooting it at Willis. Despite us round frame Willis moves with lightning fast speed, slower yet still rivaling Don's speed. Willis smirks. "I'm faster than I look bro. You can't hit me with em slow ass arrows."

Oscar grins confidently. "Why are you acting like I missed?"

Oscar's eyes glow green as his arrow explodes sending pieces of the arena flying at Willis like shrapnel. Willis charges up and beam and blast's the shrapnel to dust. Willis turns to Oscar who has already knocked another arrow. Willis responds by charging up another beam of energy and the same time they let loose. Both arrow and beam colliding into one another causing a major explosion that sends and after shock throughout the stadium. Willis smacks his lips annoyed. "Damn, thought my dragon's breath was stronger."

Duke sits down next to Don in the stands. "What do you think of this match up Don?"

Don contemplates for a second before responding. "They are both long range fighters. If that's by design or mere coincidence I can't tell but you never know with Sable. From what I can tell Oscar seems more precise and methodical when it comes to combat. While Willis seems completely reactive."

Duke nods his head. "I agree, if this match is drawn out Oscar will definitely win."

Don stares intently at Oscar. "Not necessarily."

Duke quickly turns to Don. "What do you mean?"

Don shakes his head uncertain. "I can't really put my finger on it but I have a gut feeling Willis has something up his sleeve."

Oscar grabs another arrow from his quiver as he thinks. 'Due to his size, speed was not a factor I took into account. Using the arrows to create shrapnel won't work again either that strategy only works as a surprise attack. I still have few trick up my sleeve though.'

Willis fires another beam of energy before Oscar could pull an arrow. "Nah homie, you won't get a chance to fire off anymore shots."

Oscar jumps out the way bracing himself with his free hand as he rolls away. Willis fires blast after blast leaving Oscar no choice but continue to roll away. Oscar struggles to catch his breath as he thinks. 'Damn it gets can fire off those in quick succession?'

Don watching from the stadium notices some odd as he speaks up. "Hey, Duke, is it just me or are his beams of energy getting smaller?"

Oscar still avoiding beams of energy looks over to Willis and his eyes widen in confusion. Steam is almost engulfing his frame. A frame that was once round almost thinning out revealing tight lean muscles. Oscar does a double take to make sure he's not imagining it as he thinks. 'What's going on? His frame is almost that of an Olympic athlete. So much so high clothes look comically big on him.'

Willis smirks as he stops firing at Oscar. "Now that the warm ups over, let's move to phase two!!!!!"