That's the man who hurt Maria.
I may be a hero, but that doesn't mean I'll forgive someone who hurt my woman.
His name was John Smith. I've never heard of him until now, but he seems to be quite powerful.
He's got a serious look on his face.
Good. I want to beat him at his best.
I drop my stance back and grip the hilt of Maken.
The bell sounds to begin the match.
Neither of us dared to move, waiting to see what the other would do.
Finally tired of waiting John threw a ball of fire towards me.
This seems too easy, it's a trap.
I slice through the ball and smaller orbs of fire burst forth and target me.
I slice through them all rather easily.
Nothing moving slower than lightning would ever touch me.
I slash the air to attack John only for him to launch a bolt of lightning to interrupt my attack.
The arena shook from the impact and a cloud of dust obscured our vision.
Now's my chance.
I dash in to attack. I can't see him, but I can hear his movements.
I swing my blade down to cut off his right arm, only to swerve and bury itself in the ground.
I swing again only for Maken to swerve in the air and avoid contact again.
What the hell's going on.
I feel a fist smash into my face, causing an eruption of blood as I go flying back, my sword falling from my hands.
I bounce from the air behind me and slam my fist int John stomach.
He picks something up from the air and digs it into the ground, stopping his movement backwards.
The dust clears, revealing John with a bloody nose and Maken in his hands.
Hey, that's my sword. I'll be taking that back.
(POV Change)
This sword feels so natural in my hands, as if it was made for me.
I grip the hilt with one hand and throw a wave of fire with my left.
Left with no way to defend himself, Leon is forced to take the full scale of my attack as he charges forwards.
He emerges from the blaze, covered in burns as I slash down.
He steps to the side and slams his fist into my jaw.
He doesn't give me chance to recover as he begins pummelling my body.
I feel my bones cracking with each strike, its no wonder he's known as the God of Calamity.
I finally find an opening and cut across his face, leaving a thin trail of blood as I cut across his cheek.
He grabs my arm and flips me over, slamming me into the ground, the sword goes flying from my grip.
Without wasting any time he begins thrashing me around like a whip.
Did I underestimate him, he's not even using magic, this is just his base strength.
He throws me into the wall of the arena. Blood flies out my mouth as the wall cracks.
I slowly bring myself to my feet.
I only have one chance to win, He'll walk through my magic, no matter how powerful it is. This is the only way.
I focus all of my magic onto enhancing my strength and speed.
I dash forwards as his fist comes in. Our fists colliding in the air.
I only have a few minutes, I need to end this quickly.
We trade blows, ignoring our defence as we both aim to bring the other down first.
My fist connects with his jaw at the same time as his does mine and we both get sent flying back.
(POV Change)
They dragged themselves to their feet and stood facing each other.
Magic power whirled around John, it's power waning.
Blood explodes from Leon's body like hellish confetti.
(I've always been weak. It's something I've known all along. But even still...)
Leon pulls back his fist ready to strike, blood dripping down his arm.
(This is me showing myself how far I've come from the day I was summoned as an insignificant nobody.)
John responds by charging with his fist ready.
(...He'll come in straight on. If I save my strength and dodge, I'll win. But no way in hell am I doing that.)
""I SWEAR RIGHT HERE AND NOW, WITH MY STRONGEST I WILL BEAT YOUR STRONGEST!""
(He'll get in close, and then I'll throw everything I have at him.)
(I'll use everything, all my magic, if I run out of power from today, I'll just take some from tomorrow.)
The two men clashed fists, bolts of magic power shook the stadium as two unstoppable forces collided.
John collapsed onto the ground.
(I lost.)
Leon raised his arm, blood trickling down and his head hung low.
(Were you watching Maria? I did it.)