Diablo looked at the corpus. It looked like a dead fire nation soldier. But without flesh and totally new attire. But he knew that was not his challenger. "So are you gonna keep hiding in the shadows coward," Diablo said.
Diablo didn't know his opponent. The only thing he knew was that he was a human. And he hadn't tasted human blood for centuries since his master got killed by one of his locked up servants. But now, basically he's the king of the place. But a human dare hide from him. And use a summoning spell. He held his two chained swords and threw them at the corpus.
Which then decentegrated into nothingness. Men Diablo hated this guy. Then, another corpus appeared behind him and he did the same thing as before. "So now you want to use servants to fight?" Diablo asked. Diablo then put his swords in their sheathes and put his hands together. A purple orb appeared in his palms and what followed was an eerie scream and mourning of souls. That were locked deep in tartus or whatever you call it. A simpler word is hell.
Then, a loud terrifying roar was emitted from the orb. A dragonish- crocodileish eye could be seen within it. Then, the first claw stepped out of what looked like a cage. Long and charred from the sulphur burning. Longer than you could imagine. But don't exaggerate the length. Then, Its whole fore body emerged slowly. Okay you know the catch. Red dragon scales. Its fantasy reader. Think of any dragon but without wings.
The dragon emerged fully but instead he called it a dog. Well you get it, right? He told to attack the corpus and leave Gerald to him. Maybe then Gerald would appear after he saw what Diablo had just pulled out from hell. He did but not in his real form. Diablo something about one corpus. Very peculiar indeed.
He knew the corpus in and out from a spell book. "You coward," he yelled. Gerald didn't take much time to notice. "And you are the brave one? Silly you," Gerald said through the corpus. "Yes. I am the brave one. You are hiding and using my spells to fight," Diablo answered. Then, the peculiar ness of the corpus faded and his dog ravaged upon it. Then, he could feel a dark presence surround him. "Are you sure about that?" Gerald asked.
Diablo got angry and swung his sword at the last place he felt the presence. "I am pretty sure," Diablo answered.
"Okay. Don't say I didn't warm you," Gerald said in a whispery voice. Suddenly, the earth upon which Diablo stood on began remodelling itself into quick sand as a figure formed out of it. First the fingers. Diablo looked at the figure. His legs became jelly and for the first time in his life, he felt fear. Then a squishy sound was heard and... Suddenly, Diablo shouted in fear,"I forfeit the match." He was running as a dark shadow approached him slowly catching up.
His dog lay teared to pieces by scratches and bite marks and in place of its hand, it looked like something had literally impaled it on a sharp stick or rock. Ash spread from its carcass and a thick smoke emanated. Thick blood gushed from its opened up parts. The blood drained into the remodelled ground. Slowly seeping. The shadow approached him slowly catching up. Right before Diablo saw a light.
"Disqualified!"