One hour later.
Raios is hanging from the steep slope with a surprised expression.
One of his arms was cut off and his second arm is the only anchor holding him to the mountain without letting him fall. He looked around. A lot of the mountain surface has been destroyed. Except for the spot he held on to, the rest of it looked fragile, brittle and loose.
He is still surprised by how the battle went.
The other nine opponents he had, were by no means any weaker than him. He didn't believe that he could just come out on top. He hoped for it of course, but he didn't believe he could achieve as easily as he thought.
From the flying rocks to the gravity within the battle zone, everything worked in his favor.
Whenever he was in a critical situation something or the other happened. A flying rock came to his rescue or the battle between other opponents interrupted his attack or his attacker became a victim to that gravity.
