Their skirmish continued for minutes until Jorge squirmed out, rising back to his feet, his hair slick with sweat.
"Amish forgives, so surrender."
"Surrender?" Wolf laughed, for a moment returning from his animal frenzy. "It would be a cold day in hell, if I lost to you!"
Wolf slowly rose to his feet.
"Brother, I have seen things beyond your imagination. Give us a chance, Amish knows we need it."
"I am not your brother, treat me like an opponent you fucking monk."
"If you wish, Amish deserves warriors like you."
Jorge's fist struck Wolf's chin, his leg like a worm slipped behind Wolf's performing a backwards trip. Wolf hit the ground like a lifeless rock. Remaining still, his eyes wide, his nose somehow leaking blood.
The judge put his hand in the air.
"Izaca industries won the round, will the next fighters come up."
Lynx patted Wolf on the back when he walked down the steps.
"Lion you're up." He said.
The bear of a man marched up to the stage, from the other side came up their captain with a strangely wide grin.
"Announce yourselves."
"You all heard who I am, I'm Captain Hans, lieutenant of Leo the great."
"What's with that smug grin you bastard?"
"It's nothing but seeing how weak that Wolf guy was, I think my odds are high against you."
"You Jackass Jonny is strong, if you make fun of him you're gonna have to deal with me. Lion of the nine beasts or whatever, my true name is Pheap prince of Italy. I've never met a match with my strength, some have compared me to a Physical titan monster."
Although that sounds like a minor prase, the physical strength of a titan beast can be compared to the physical strength of a king if not more. Monsters have always had a lead in that regard, however humans are able to overcome the difference with martial arts.
"I'm sure they said that all to get in good faith with the prince. You're nothing, let me show you that."
Now it was Lion who was snickering. "Fool! Let's let the future determine what's stronger, the nut or the hammer."
"You brat, I won't let you say anymore."
He rushed like a rhino, headfirst with his flanks guarded by thick hide and his head protected by his horns. It would be strange for Lion to run now, no it would be dumb to bet on it. When he sees a worthy opponent there's only one way to fight them, head on.
They collided like a massive hunk of muscle and flesh. Their ungraceful butting of heads turned into an all out brawl. Fist slammed into heads, feet into groins, and nails went into eyes. If these two knew any martial arts they were not showing it. Somehow that only god knows Lion's attacks left marks, but so did Hans they were at a stand still, hitting and bashing at each other.
Ten minutes turned into an hour, and an hour turned to four and after a painful twelve hours of fighting it came to an end with a tie.