"I will grant you your wis-"
"You can't," IQ120 cut him off.
"You are too weak. I'm not even trying in this fight. This is like fighting a toddler. You barely have any experience. You fight wildly without any skill or technique. You hesitate—who hesitates in a death match? At least if there was a method to your madness, you might surprise me and maybe even land a hit, but I see none. Madness without a guide... is utter trash," he said.
"Are you calling me utter trash, you bastard?" Miret fired back. "I wanted to end things for you quickly and painlessly, which is why I was fighting like that. Now I see you don't need that mercy," he said angrily. A smile appeared on IQ120's face as he heard that. "Then show me what you can do!?" IQ120 screamed out.
Suddenly, the floor cracked and Miret was already in front of IQ120, his long left claws ready to maul and decapitate him.
"Shhh," the claws passed directly in front of IQ120's eyes, narrowly missing them. "Damn, that was close." But Miret wasn't finished. He delivered a powerful punch to IQ120's guts with his right hand, knocking the air out of IQ120's lungs. "I won't give you space," Miret thought as he chased after IQ120's flying body. Miret's claws were once again on the prowl, this time aimed at IQ120's guts, ready to expose its secrets to the world. As he positioned himself to deliver the attack, IQ120 thought, "No way." Despite not having fully recovered from the punch due to letting his guard down to see what Miret could do, the few moments he had in the air helped. He stopped his flight using the claws of his feet, hardened the skin and fur of his arms to block the incoming blades aimed at his guts, and skillfully countered with his own set of blades. Unfortunately, Miret jumped back, evading the counterattack.
"Tsk," Miret, annoyed that his attack had failed, realized that if he hadn't been cautious, IQ120 could have done more than just trim his fur as he barely dodged the counterattack.
"That was brilliant. I wasn't expecting that, but I will make sure not to let my guard down again," IQ120 stated after examining the area where the claws had met his arms. His fur and skin had been deeply scraped, but the claws hadn't pierced through. "It stings," he thought as he prepared himself for any sudden burst of speed from Miret.
After taking a moment to inhale and calm themselves, the fight resumed. For the first time since the match began, IQ120 took on the role of the aggressor. Closing the distance between himself and Miret, IQ120 was determined to end the fight quickly. However, Miret had other plans.
The Meekat race were expert diggers, capable of drilling into the earth to create tunnels and entire underground cities given enough time. Miret decided to use this skill to his advantage. Throughout the fight, the arena had been filled with small craters and cracked soil, softening the earth for easy penetration.
As IQ120 ran towards him with a fearless and provoking smile, he noticed Miret digging into a crater that was above half his size at an incredible speed. Infuriated by Miret's tactic, IQ120 was ready to retaliate by tearing off one of his legs. His claws came down on the hole in the ground, causing an explosion of dust and sand in the air. IQ120 continued to attack the hole, widening it with every strike.
"Fool," Miret thought as he started digging to another crater from beneath the soil, attempting to connect as many craters as possible to create a "whack-a-mole" situation in the arena.