"Phase 2!."
Orange energy engulfed Willis as bright orange scales ran up his body. Two horns protruded from his forehead as his spikey orange hair grew to the bottom of his waist. Oscar Dumbfounded grabbed an arrow as he thought. 'Whats this pressure I'm feeling from him? I have felt nothing like this before.'
Up in the stands Don's eyes widen in shock. "Did he just transform into a dragon? How is that possible?"
"He has an inherent'd miracle." Don and Duke both turn around to see Sable sitting in the seats behind theirs.
Don quickly puts away his shock, overwhelmed with curiosity. "What kind of inherent miracle turns you into a dragon?"
Sable stares intently at the arena. "A Dragon Heart miracle. From the looks of it, a sun dragon."
Duke chimes in curiously. "What's a Dragon Heart miracle?"
Sable points at his chest. "He has the heart of a dragon. It's an extremely rare sub category of inherent miracles. A dragon must've seen something in that guy and gifted him with its heart."
Don looks at the arena. "How powerful is a dragon heart miracle?"
Sable leans over Don's seat. "If I had to bet money on this match, I'd be betting on that dragon kid."
Willis takes off his oversized clothes. The scales that grew on his body worked as skin tight armor like clothes. "Yo, do you want to give up, bro?"
Oscar's face shifts to a frown. "Why would I want to do that?"
Willis points his claw like hand towards himself. "While I am in this form, you could get badly hurt, bro. I'm sure you have a good chance of passing with the moves you shown so far. So let's end this while we can dawg."
Oscar knocks an arrow and points it at Willis. "I'm sure you are ridiculously powerful now. However, you lost a long time ago, bro."
Willis smirks slightly. "You know what they say, man humus is the downfall of the great."
The entire stadium goes quiet for a brief moment. Oscar chuckles slightly. "You mean hubris?"
Willis smacks his fist on his hand similar to a hammer and gavel. "That's what the saying is, thanks dawg. I mix up my words some times homie."
Oscar fully draws his bow. "Don't worry about it."
Before Oscar could even release his arrow, Willis disappeared from his line of sight. A fist then smacks into the side of Oscar's face. Sending him flying to the edge of the arena. However, Oscar reacts fast enough to use the arrow he had knocked to slow him down by stabbing it into the ground. Duke looks at Don, shocked. "Hey?"
Don nods his head. "Yeah, he's probably faster than me."
Willis shakes off his fist. "Whatcha think of that dawg? Before I got my miracle I was gonna run in the olympics. Obviously I can't do that now cause that'd be cheating."
Oscar spat up a small mouth full of blood. "Oh, don't lie. I bet after that miracle made you a tub of lard, you were just embarrassed to step on the track." Oscar uses his free hand to pick himself up. "I also bet it was a shock for your mom when you came home looking like that."
Willis falls silent. "Don't talk about her."
Oscar stands to his feet. "Who? Your mom? Oh, so I hit the mark on that shot, huh? She must've not have recognized your fatass, huh?"
Willis grits his teeth as his eye rage orange. In an instant, he began attacking Oscar. Smacking him with a fist at breakneck speed. The speed with which he was attacking Oscar was so fast Oscar couldn't even fall to the ground. Blood splattered all over the ring as Don's eyes widened in shock. "He's going to kill him Sable!"
Sable stares at the ring, not uttering a word. Duke stands up and turns around. "Sable, why aren't you stopping this?"
Sable simply points his finger at Oscar. "That's why."
Don looks down at the arena and he's dumbfounded by what he sees. Duke looks down at the arena and back at Don. "What?"
Don's eyes glow blue as he stares at Oscar. "It's quick, but between every blow, Oscar is smiling."
Sable smirks. "Good. What else do you see?"
Don squints to concentrate on Oscar's movement. "Between every blow, he slightly moves toward the middle of the arena. Why?"
Sable places his hand on his chin. "Even though Oscar is out matched power wise. There is something about Oscar I probably shouldn't divulge."
Don looks up at the ceiling, annoyed as he thought. 'Yeah, but you're a big man, child, so you definitely will.'
Sable smacks Don in the back of his head. "Oops hand slipped. I shouldn't tell you this, but I want to, so I will. Oscar has an IQ of 199."
Don rubs the back of his head as he thinks. 'How did he know what I was thinking?' Don ignores the thought because another came to his head. "So what? He's smart. Why is that important?"
Duke sits down. "The average IQ is anywhere between 85 and 115. We consider genius level IQ to be 140 and above. If he's really that smart."
Sable nods his head. "Yep, he must have something planned."
With one last uppercut, Willis sends Oscar flying to the middle of the ring. "You had enough bro??!! Never talk about another mans mother if you aren't able to handle what comes after!"
Oscar laid down as a bloody mess. With the last of his strength, he sits himself up, only to throw up a small puddle of blood. "Yeah, I think I'm about done."
Willis spits on the ground. "Dumb bastard ya shoulda gave up before I opened up that can of whoop ass."
Oscar chuckles. "What do you mean? I never said I was giving up. Like I said earlier, you lost a long time ago." Oscar raises his arm in the air and snaps.
The entire arena, except for the small bit Oscar sat on, exploded. It engulfed the arena in dust. As the dust cleared, Willis stood there only with a few cuts and bruises. "Was that all you had, Homie?"
Before Willis could make his move, Sable appeared next to him. "We have a winner!"
Willis smiled. "Bout time you called it. I almost killed the guy."
Sable then shouts. "The winner Oscar!!!!!"
The stadium erupted with applauds. The only person who didn't understand what had happened was Willis. "What the hell do ya mean, he won?"
Sable simply pointed down at his feet. Willis looked down and was dumbfounded to see the arena he was standing on was gone. Sable then pointed at Oscar, who sat on a small platform. "That platform is all that is left of the ring. Therefore, Oscar wins due to ring out."
Oscar spits up more blood. "Sorry I smack talked your mom, but I needed you distracted."
Willis shakes his head. "That doesn't matter now. Tell me how you did it. How did you blow up the arena?"
Oscar chuckles. "My miracle is Opol Magnus. I can turn any object into a bomb as long as my hands touch it. So, throughout the match, I touched all four sides of the ring. All save for the middle of the arena. I just needed to place myself in the middle and you at any of the four locations I marked."
Willis smiles and scratches his head. "So that's what you meant by I had already lost. I didn't even notice."
Oscar sways back and forth. As his vision fades, he manages to say one last thing. "That's... the .... point."
Don smiles wildly at the broken arena as he thought. 'The winner is a bloody mess, and the loser is walking away with hardly any injury. Miracle fights are impossible to predict, and that's what makes them.... so.... fun.'