Have you ever seen two bulls fighting? That is what I felt when seeing the battle.
The two warriors ran quite fast considering their bulk. Hardy had a hammer and Arno, a spear. Both fought bravely. I could already see my chances in winning the tournament decreasing.
Hardy hammered on his foe with fierce power. Looking at the hammer, I could tell it was heavy. Arno's spear didn't look that heavy or impressive. But the handler was showing his skills. He dodged the Hardy's attacks and found the weak spot, his legs. He was carelessly jumping from one place to another, trying to hammer Arno.
With the weapon in a powerful position, Arno hit his opponent's right thigh. Hardy cried in pain. That was Arno's time to shine. He plucked the spear out and directly struck it on Hardy's chest. The foe fell down, lying defeated.
"Hardy is not capable of continuing. The winner is Arno Hiller!" The referee announced. Cheers went up. Hardy soon got resurrected, thanks to the wrist band. I need to learn these strategize, I thought.
Two more battles like these were fought. I was having a hard time thinking what would happen to me. The fourth battle was Oliver's. "This one is mine, Blaze. I have this in the bag!" He sounded cheerful. Sometimes, I just wanted to be like him. Carefree about who the opponent is or how strong they are.
Oliver was introduced to the stadium and walked up to take his position. His opponent was a tall and bulky person. He had a beard and wore a torn t-shirt. He had a denim jeans which made me think if the guy was blind. Or was he a beggar? Who wears clothes which are torn? Oliver had a mischievous grin on his face. He conversed with his foe and then unsheathed his sword, Tortunem.
Tortunem looked royal and the way Oliver handled it, I knew they were a perfect pair. The opponent had two metal chains with him. He grabbed one in each hand. Looking at the chains, I already knew that if it hit Oliver, there would be trouble for him to recover. But Oliver didn't look nervous.
The referee gave his usual statements then screamed, "Let the battle begin!" Oliver was like a running like a bullet. The other guy himself was shocked. He tried to aim his chains on Oliver but the speed didn't let him. It was only about 20 seconds after the battle started and Oliver was right in front of the bulky man. His foe wasn't very weak though. He stopped all of Oliver's attack. He even had Oliver's neck in his chains for some time but as he is my friend, he managed to escape.
Oliver ran to a rock nearby. Stepping on the rock, he jumped back to his foe. It was a critical hit. He slashed the guy's neck. Oliver still had his smile on his face. The enemy got resurrected soon enough. "The winner is Oliver Jones!" The referee exclaimed.
When Oliver came back, I greeted him with a lot of praises. "Don't be so happy. You remember your match is tomorrow's first match right?" Oliver said. Today's matches were over and tomorrow, mine was the first.