And when the six clowns met the soldiers, the place lit up completely, and a group of monsters around the circus began to applaud, revealing all the characters so everyone could see each other.
Osama: My friends are far from me, and each of them is busy. I must not disturb them.
As Osama looked around for his friends, a whip suddenly rushed towards him and wrapped around his sword.
The Brutal Clown: You must submit by force!
Osama: Oh no! I'll lose my sword if he pulls the whip; I'll hold on tightly until he pulls me towards him.
The Brutal Clown pulled Osama forcefully, and Osama clung to his sword, soaring high towards the Brutal Clown.
The Brutal Clown: You're easy to read!
Osama: Let's see what you'll do now - "Dragon Scales"
(Dragon Scales is Osama's basic skill and is considered a first-class ability, as anyone training in the defense category can easily learn it. The dragon aura covers the body and hardens to enhance the user's defense.)
As Osama rushed in the air, the Brutal Clown pulled his whip from the sword and changed the trajectory of Osama's descent.
The Brutal Clown: Didn't I tell you that you're easy to read?
Osama: I've lost my momentum; I can't execute my attack now. What about my neck?
Suddenly, another whip wrapped around Osama's neck, choking him.
"In Badr's Side"
Badr: Man, your face looks really gloomy; aren't you a clown?
The Disappointed Clown: I used to be happy, but you humans have disappointed me.
The clown charged at Badr with all his might, holding two axes in his hands, stumbling left and right. When he reached Badr, he tilted down towards his right and suddenly shot up on his left side, striking with his right hand.
Badr: Ouch, his movements are annoyingly random.
Badr raised his sword and blocked the axe, but the Disappointed Clown tried to hit him from below with his left hand.
Badr: Don't you see I'm busy with one axe? That's not fair! (Adeel jumped, avoiding the axe below while blocking the other axe.)
The Disappointed Clown (retreating and hiding): This is very frustrating. My attack failed!
"In Ahmed's Side"
The Sad Clown: Why do you worry about the air above? You will forget all your troubles; look, it's a beautiful view!
Ahmed: I can't advance; the balance beam is impossible! I must wait until he comes to me and fight him on this tiny ledge.
The Sad Clown began to walk on the rope step by step, balancing himself with a long stick.
The Sad Clown: Are you happy with your life?
Ahmed: Of course I'm happy because I'll kill you!
The Sad Clown, crying profusely: No! No! You have no right to be happy!
He grabbed the stick and quickly aimed from the side.
Ahmed: Are you crazy? The distance is far, and the stick is short; it will hit the air uselessly!
As he waved the stick, it suddenly grew longer in an instant, striking Ahmed's cheek and sending him off the platform.
"In Ziad's Side"
The Joyful Clown rushed forward, his hand was huge, he clenched his fists together, and approached Ziad.
Ziad: There's something that worries me; he's not carrying any weapon; I must be cautious.
Ziad ran towards him as well, and when he reached, he jumped high, holding his swords behind his head, and struck down at the Joyful Clown's fist. When the sword clashed with the fist, sparks began to fly, and the Joyful Clown laughed loudly.
Ziad (hanging in the air with his sword hitting the Joyful Clown's fist): This is unbelievable; his fist is like steel; I can't scratch it!
The Joyful Clown forcefully pushed his fist, flipping Ziad in the air and making him land on the ground.
Ziad: Hmm, nice display of strength, but unfortunately not against me.
Ziad cut his hand with the sword, and blood began to drip on the ground.
Ziad (with his hand dripping blood): I must repay you - "Blood Whips"
The blood blades flew towards the Joyful Clown, but he managed to deflect them all, punching the blades and cutting the blood until they vanished.
The Joyful Clown (laughing): Amuse me more.
Ziad: Even the blades of my blood were no match for his hand!
After that, Ahmed woke up on the ground...
Ahmed: Damn that clown! His stick extended; he slapped me hard on the cheek. Luckily I protected my shoulder during the fall. And what is this hard stick? How can he carry it? My sword is over there; I need to go grab it quickly.
As Ahmed walked towards his sword, a swiftly extending stick came towards him, and he jumped back quickly.
The Sad Clown: You won't be able to reach your sword! Are you feeling sad now?
Ahmed: Who says I need a sword to deal with you?
Ahmed quickly ran towards the clown, emanating a calm aura.
The Sad Clown: I won't let you reach me - "Rubber Stick"
Suddenly, the stick started moving like a snake, extending while Ahmed dodged it everywhere. When he reached the clown, Ahmed tightened his right hand with all his might, grabbing the clown's shirt by the neck with his left hand and gathering a dark blue aura in his right hand.
Ahmed: I'm tired of all these losses - "Dragon Flame"
Ahmed struck the Sad Clown with all his strength, finishing the blow by burying his head in the ground.
Ahmed: Where's my sword? I'll go kill the others...
Pride: "Ice Blade"
Pride launched hundreds of ice spikes at the Pride Clown, but the Pride Clown began to deflect them with hundreds of knives; the result was even, and no one was overpowering the other.
Pride (talking to himself): Arthur's training has come in handy. I'll use two skills at the same time; I feel my energy is still renewed.
Suddenly, the Pride Clown came from below Pride, swiftly throwing a knife. Pride noticed and pulled his neck back to avoid it, and the Pride Clown remained silent, not uttering a word.
"At Adeel's Side"
Adeel: This fat one moves quickly!
The Angry Clown (screaming at the top of his lungs): Hah! Do you call me fat? You're the skinny one!
The Angry Clown pulled out bottles resembling bowling pins and began to ignite them, throwing them.
Adeel (talking to himself): This is my first real battle; I lack fighting experience, but developing Dragon Energy over the past years is what keeps me standing strong.
Adeel began to deflect the bottles with his sword, when suddenly a bottle headed towards his right thigh.
Adeel: I can't block it; it's just a bottle. I'll enhance my leg with Dragon Energy; it will be enough to deflect it!
Adeel enhanced his leg with the dragon aura, but he was shocked when the bottle struck his leg, piercing the aura and causing a deep wound.
Adeel (in severe pain): What are you doing exactly, you trickster?!
The Angry Clown: Taste my anger! This is my special power; my anger affects things, igniting and sharpening them.
Adeel (with a sarcastic face): Are you stupid to explain your special abilities to me?
The Angry Clown (screaming): Stupid? Aaaahhhhhhh!
He pulled out many bottles, igniting them with flames, and threw them hysterically at Adeel.
Adeel: Take it easy; I was just joking with you.
Adeel began to deflect the numerous bottles, while the clown kept throwing more. Adeel's speed slowed down slightly, and suddenly a bottle passed his sword, heading for his shoulder.
Adeel: I must jump now!
As Adeel attempted to jump, he placed his injured leg on the ground, but due to the injury, Adeel felt a strong electric sensation shocking him, and the pain was intense; he could not jump. However, he bent slightly, and the bottle grazed his shoulder.
Adeel: Two injuries in quick succession! Damn my inexperience! It's time to use my Dragon Energy.
When Adeel attempted to unleash his Dragon Energy, a green bird fell from the sky, spreading its wings from above, and grabbed Adeel's injured shoulder with its claws, lifting him high into the air.
To be continued...