It was amazing how quickly a reporter could get wind of shit, less than three days, as some details of the fight were agreed upon. It was in the news, and Sam Sam, with his mixed opinions about him being known, wasn't happy about this.
'largely because they called me a monster," in the slur way he knew . Sam couldn't help the freaky shit he sometimes did. That was not right for them to call him a monster. exactly because he now knew their names and could ler-" lets cuts that thought there. Still, this is getting a lot of attention."
Was she really that popular, or was that his popularity from his fights. "whatever," thinking it over, Sam was more concerned about how this fight would go. The location would take place on a floating area to try and migrate the damage the two powerful contestants would unleash.
Like when Sam had shown the power to burn down a forest with ghostly fire. The fire that burned spiritually was great for when someone had a mighty body but didn't strengthen their spirit.
'when was the last time I fought on a floating platform,' he couldn't remember. Were the memories fuzzy, lost? It wasn't like it could be a new experience for him.
"Right, I mean, I could probably find footage." almost all floating areas were spectator areas; they usually publicly streamed their activity or at least recorded it. So there was footage he might be able to find, except the areas where they did some criminal things. From what he found, it would have probably crashed to the ground, which he could possibly find.
But after researching from sunrise to sunset, he didn't find zilch about something that hinted at his involvement, which was strange. 'have I really not been in a flying arena' Sam could almost laugh, but the nervousness and excitement stopped him.
'I knew there were still some things I hadn't experienced, but a flying area?!' It was absurd; he had fought a god and flown across oceans. Yet he'd never been in a flying area. "How mundane," but somehow, it felt nice. It was such a normal thing for him to experience.
A great desire, no a great lust, appeared within him to go right now and experience it. 'it'd be such a simple task, just tea-. take a deep breath.' Sam pulled in his battle lust along with a bit of killing intent.
"I scared off the birds," which explains the swearing he could currently hear and see. Bird sign language is used by birds who hadn't evolved to have some kind of expanded vocal cord, like the pigeon who was cursing Sam out with a long series of fast-paced swears.
"yeah, yeah, I get it," he hissed to the bird, who cooed before flying off. "let's try to get it together, Sam. "It was just a bit longer until the fight where he could break he- duel her. "ah, demon blood lust and ghost obsession are such a bad combination.
it was a bit longer before the mother and son set off for the arena, catching and boat/plane. that took them to the arena. It was huge, at least twice the size of a football field, square in the form of corner crystal totems with dozens of runes carved around their sides. "There are pretty powerful protection spells."
there was probably something else to them, but Sam didn't look beyond that. Partly because he wanted to be surprised. "pretty big crowd," Natale commented, looking at the people already gathered to the stands were large, matching the floating area, crystals placed evenly apart. More protections for the crowd.
"nervous," she and Sam only rolled their eyes. different than matches he had done, which were live-streamed around the world, he would directly feel the gazes on him. Still, he wasn't going to hesitate over something like this, "Excited. I can't wait to fight- shit, I forgot her name again." really, he hoped she made a strong impression. Sam would unfortunately forget her like he's done many faces.
"Her name is Lorie Messier; for the record, I hope you can remember it for the rest of the match." Sam hoped he would as well. It was rude and insulting that he was forgetting Lorie's name so easily. Still, there wasn't much he could do about what little impression she made when he broke into the library.
"I mean, really, she didn't even manage to try and attack, "Sam walked around until he made it to the waiting room where he was supposed to sit until the match started. He did not sit, in fact, doing a few warm-ups with the shard of the night. his personal sword sharp as ever.
Pulling on the ribbon, he pulled the sword out of the air before throwing it out again. The blade circled the edge of the room before Sam used his legs to pull on the ribbon, causing it to fly back at him.
"All right, warmed up." he made the ribbon shrink before letting the handle of his personal sword rest in hand. feeling the worn wood against his hands, "You know, since I forgot so much, I forgot how long you've been by my side." he looked at his reflection in the metal." more than a hundred years, right? is the blacksmith who made you still alive?"
Sighing, he held the blade close. "I doubt I could make up the time I abandoned you." Sam sat down and spent some time maintaining the blade. Which really had no purpose other than showing that he cared for the magical blade; the craftsmen who made it had enchanted it beautifully. even years in the open, and it showed very little wear.
Not to mention the power he pumped through it over the years, the blood he spilled over its edge.
"...and from the right corner is something of a myth, not much to concrete about his history. But the power he wields is extraordinary! he goes by Sam Vegal!" standing up. Sam left the room and walked out into the light. a path of enchanted bricks forming as he walked toward the arena.
"Oh!" seeing her in pictures and videos was different from seeing her in person. He couldn't feel the power that was currently ragging off her, or maybe that was just her rage. She seemed pretty pissed, 'would do her any good anyway.' Sam didn't speak, only taking a sword stance.
The point of the blade was directly pointed at her face; her sword was pointed at him. A wide blade with some northern and western styled runes carved into it, the blade had a power of its own. Some are very powerful, and he'd rather not get hit with them.
'it might be some evil repealing or combat runes,' either way, he shouldn't get hit by them. Stretching his neck, he heard the match start and threw himself back. a sonic boom rang out, as she threw herself at him. another when the sword crashed. Sam was pushed back by force. 'she strong, very strong.'
The lid he kept on his battle and blood lust cracked just a bit; he bared his teeth before balancing his feet. Turning the deflected the blow before knowing his knees at her face, Lorie made the mistake of pulling back to avoid the hit. She had to raise her arm to block the foot that snapped out at her head.
The force pushed her back a few steps, "are you not going to use your power" Sam smiled and only answered with his sword. Spinning, he swung horizontally at her head. Blocking with her blade, he continued to spin. She responds with her own swing. To bisect him head to groin.
Stepping to the side, he pulled back his leg; when the blade came low enough, he kicked out, knocking the blade aside and raising his hold on his own. "shit!" she swore. Sam stepped into her guard, throwing punches at her face and throat.
Drooping her own blade, which floated in the air instead of falling, she quickly worked to black the first few hits before throwing her own into the mix. both combat refused the back down, throwing punch after punch. blocking douching the around that came their way.
Neither of them managed to land a clean hit for several long minutes before something passed between them, and one of them jumped away. Sam pulled on his ribbon to pull his sword along. "done warming up?" Lorie asked.
"I warmed up in the locker, I wanted to taste your power for myself." the crack on the lid grew wider. Sam charged at her, widely swinging with force and mana. "ah!" Lorie blocked but was still pushed back, and further bacSams Sam kept up his assault, aiming for his ribs and shoulder.
'I wanted to break the bones, but her defense is good.' what hits he did manage to slip past her blocks and deflections. He could feel how tough her armor was and how tough the body was under it.
"get back!" she shouted, turning with the force of a punch to swing a kick into Sam's side. "ow!" he just panted his feet and endured before stepping forward, jabbing his elbow into her gut.
"This is an amazing battle!" the announcer shouted 30 minutes into the battle, the two not even beginning to slow down; at this point, they were still going at it with hand-to-hand combat. "They are showing great power and skills with each other. Let's hear a word from our combat analysis."
"what fucking style did this fucker learn?!" the analyst wanted to rip their hair out." I have never seen such a jigsaw of principles! There is karate, drunken fist, judo, and wuxin, cat, bird! he just bit her!"
"let go," she turned, throwing him off. Negating his momentum with a few flips, Sam turned around into a mule kick, meeting Lorie's fist with a bang. spinning on his hand, he dropped lower, aswing his feet at her legs; Lorie jumped into the air. 'it's time I stop playing by his rules."
"oh damn," Sam felt the energy condensing in the gantlets. He was sure it was some kind of rune engrevment or engraved spells. enchantment, 'Either way, I shouldn't let that hit me!' shaping his hands around, he wrote out a rune and kicked it. the minor explosion rune burst and threw him out of the way.
her first the ground, cratering it. "we both know that's enchanted marble." Sam mumbled to himself; that stone could have withstood a missle round. unenchanted! "well, I guess get ramping it up,' holding his hand up, he pushed out mana, forming into runes without writing them out.
The completed runes started circling him, 'I should get enchanted gear.' he thought as the rune settled over his clothing, then he rushed forward, sword trailing behind him before he yanked it forward.
Lorie was quickly on the defense, avoiding the supernatural sharp blade that was being treated like a meteor hammer or whip. From the deep gouges, it is left in the ground. ' I don't want to test my defense against that,' she saw Sam wrapping the ribbon around his leg, pulling it back as he spun.
Seeing the opening, she jumped at it, hands raised into the air." come!" she called her sword, which flew directly into her hands. Slashing dowSam'sSam's skull. The raven shifted his stand using his ribbon-covered arm to block and redirect the hit. 'AH merde! That was heavy,' he could feel his bones snapping back in place.
Lorie turned her bladSam'ssam's foot caught the late side of it, the edging dining into the ground enough that she was able to push off and avoid the shard of night coming around to take an arm.
Pulling the sword back, Sam caught it in both hands before bringing it over his shoulder. feet wide, energy collecting over the lade as it turned purple. "cursed sword. Nightfall nightmare!" he burst forward, swinging the sword downward as dark night-like energy expelled from the blade.
the blade was metal by lories, 'shit!' she swor when their blades met. It wasn't the weight behind the strike that drove her feet into the ground; it was the night-like energy spreading over his blade. "a curse!" she swore, pulling the blade back, but it was too late. She could see the energy spread through the weapon.
'are those hands,' from the energy, hands started to spread. immediately she threw the weapon aside. Mana reached for the dispelling rune in her armor. She would have if Sam had allowed her to breathe. " curse sword! Lunar chaos!" The night-like energy turned the moon white, and Same started throwing out the most chaotic combination of swings he could.
It was truly chaotic as he kept bending his body in the way humans naturally didn't. Lorie was sure she heard something snap and reset several times. doughing the crescent and circle-shaped attacks, Lorie was starting to panic; the hands were turning into bodies. with faces that she could vaguely recall from her nightmares. People she killed." cursed sword is right," activating runes in her gauntlet, she formed two shields, testing one against the blade.
Sam didn't even hesitate to swing into the shield and through it. If Lorie had been any slower, she might have lost her hand, 'did the sword phare through my shield? No,' looking closer, Lorie could see that her shield had been altered. Feel some foreign power in the runes; instead of the solid shield she had relied on, it was some kind of moonlight mirage.
"that is such a bullshit curse, you know that!" Sam smiled," it's why it's one of my favorites." Sam replied, flipping his now shoulder-length hair. "give it a chance, and it will crave out your neck!"
"AH!" not a few moments later, Lorie snacked her fist through an opening into his gut. Several bleeding cuts did not stop her from wrapping her other hand around his throat and pulling him forward. She struck him across the face several times before he tried to bite her hand and got a tooth knocked out.
"hey!" grabbing the wrist, he threw his weight back and his feet up. a doubt kick gaming her face, Lorie threw her head back in an impressive display of flexibility. Only to realize a mistake when Sam spreads his legs and wraps them around her neck. "Let's play chicken!" he declared as he began squeezing, Lorie doing the same with both hands.
'how fun, how fun!