Vorus was panting heavily, darting a look at his opponent.
The archer standing across him pulled the string of his bow and fired an arrow which splits into multiple arrows.
"Yellow Rain!" He shouted.
The former district commander grins as he swings his hammer in multiple directions deflecting all of the arrows that are aimed at him.
"Amazing. Ladies and gentlemen, this match-up only keeps adding to the heat!"
"It's amazing how Sir Vorus is able to move nimbly with that hammer of his," Conroy says to himself.
He smirks as he points at the nature's hunter.
"Arrow Port!" The several arrows that scattered on the floor of the arena disappeared. It didn't take long before they reappeared in a different spot... The body of the nature's hunter.
Sticking out from his limbs were dozens of arrows that the archer conjured.
Vorus winced in pain as he flexed his muscles causing the arrows to break apart.
