"Round one. Begin." The gods spoke in unison. His two enemies looked at him and would start to rush him down.
"Alexa, shuffle that one playlist for me." He would put in earbuds as they ran to him. Once they got close all that was heard was a click from him unsheathing his katana. He would walk forward as their bodies kept going past him, before they shattered like glass, falling down in puddles of mush. He would flick off the blood from his blade before putting it back.
A small cough would be let out as he looked over to his friends cheering for him. He would spot blood in his sweatshirt sleeve that he coughed into. He looked up and was waiting for a break.
"Round two. Begin." The gods boomed at Astral, sending down the next pair.
Two people in heavy armor would smile. Heckling Astral. "That blade won't do a thing to our armor. WE-" Astral jetted past the man speaking.
"But your joints still need to move, leaving a weakness." the arm of the man would fall to the ground with a thud while Astral impaled him through the chest armor. Straight through their heart. "Besides, this wasn't the armor my sword had a problem with." The second man would launch a barrage of punches at Astral.
His after image took every hit as he was on the other side of him, concealing his blade back in its sheath. The man turned around before becoming vapor. "Jeez, so much for a grace period." Astral snickered as he took a shallow breath watching the next two combatants descend from the sky. "Round three already, give a man a break."
He felt his fluids from his lungs ease up. He would spit the liquid onto the ground, creating a crater and a puddle full of blood. "Interesting." He would look and examine it.
"Round Three. Begin!" The gods were irritated at this point. Had no one decent survived? No, just these first few rounds were not talented.
Astral saw the blurs of light running around him. They were speedsters that just tailed him to stay safe from the speed of others. They would run in a circle to draw the air away from him and put him into a vortex to slow him down.
Astral would watch their motion and smile. The air left the area as the vortex was formed. He moved as if he was unfazed launching from the center of the arena to the edge where they were running. Grabbing the first one by their throat while slashing the second one to pieces as they came around. Astral strangled the second person to death with his bare hand.
The arms and legs of the person would flail around as fast as possible trying to free himself from Astral's grip. No matter how hard he charged he couldn't free himself. The motions would move slower as they eventually stopped.
Dropping the limp body after it had suffocated to death. Astral looked up to see yet another four people being brought down to him. "So that means no breaks." He would take off his sweatshirt revealing a loose tank top closer to two pieces of fabric tied together at the ends. His skin returned to its natural sun tanned color. Smiling he would happily wave over to his friends who would be cheering for him inaudibly.
The next ten people stood together reciting many magic incantations to brace themselves. "Round Four and Round Five. Begin!" The gods were furious and would not let their tournament be wasted. They felt like Astral was making a mockery of them.
Spells and incantations would be yelled and hurled at him. He would dodge these as smoothly as possible, working on magic evasion to be more prepared versus some of the other higher class people.
The party would let arrows rain to try and corral him inwards and make him stay still as the mage tired something else. Astral would break each arrow fired at him with his sword. None of them were close enough to hurt him.
Smiling, he slyly spoke. "Guess what, none of you could hurt me with any of your tactics no matter how you try, it will be short like your height." He swung around and exploded the head of one of the attackers that tried to sneak from behind him.
He sliced his sword around behind him and slit another throat as the body fell haplessly to the ground. Astral looked back, two down, eight to go.
Astral felt plagued by slowness and weakness. He stopped paying attention. Looking at the other eight it seemed like they were a party of adventures and this was their major test. Sadly it would not be enough. They would all approach him, two members firing arrows at him to be dodged by slight movements.
The mage summoned a hailstorm of fire. Instantly triggering Astral's fight response. The warriors who would charge at Astral only got hit by the sonic boom of Astral flying past him. It was more than enough to rupture every organ the warriors had, collapsing to the ground they would slowly bleed out.
The paladin stood in the way of the rest of the party. Astral would stop in front of him and raise his hand in front of him. "Want to see some true sleight of hand?" The party would be confused as Astral twists his wrist and his handgun appears in his hand, firing it and making the paladin's head explode. Falling to his knees he would start twitching and flopping.
"If you really wanted to kill me, I'd use one of these." Astral mocked them as they all were getting scared of the monster in front of them. The views from the sideline finally seeing what is all the hype from Astral.
On his way to grab the mage he would have diced up the rangers to bits before grabbing the mage with both of his hands. Covering his mouth. He would look and see fire in his eyes, a lit passion of anger and flames.
Astral would pause before slamming them into the ground repeatedly. Dropping the lifeless corpse after it no longer was held together by its bones. He grabbed the skull and launched it at the gods. "Is this what you sick fucks deem as fun?" he holstered his katana, waiting for the inevitable next wave of people.
Astral would summon himself a chair closer to a throne, waiting to see what would happen, his impatient demeanor getting the better of him currently. He will be the one to win, he knows it. He would look over to the edge of the arena, staring at Titan.