"Son, you have to stop her. She will listen to you!"
"What do you mean?"
"My sweet daughter wants to fight too. Arthur is currently holding her back, but you know how useful he would be in the fight."
Wolf let a horrifying thought spill over him. 'You should have just let her fight, and die.' He shook it off, this was not him. Wolf's a killer yes, but he has standards.
"I'll see what I can do."
Alex sat there eyes twitching.
"She's too strong, I vowed to protect the world in the Khan's stead, but I'm losing completely here…" Alex rambled
Alex the blacktooth bandit, felt ashamed of himself. He was the oldest one here, yet it's him who has to sit out, well the young pick up the slack. This isn't even the first time he felt ashamed today, when Alex witnessed Fox's power he found himself wondering who would win. Even when the guardian of the event, the son of the Khan, showed up, he couldn't fathom beating him. All the pride he had that morning drifted out the window like fresh laundry. There were no more excuses left, his body was no longer old. He's strong?
"Are you sure you don't want me to completely heal your arm?" Jorge asked, bringing Alex back to his senses.
"Yes, just stop the bleeding."
"What are you planning?"
"Don't worry about it kid, it's about time I be the hero." Alex stood up walking up to the stage. "In the name of Okran, I offer my arm as a blood sacrifice, grant me a peace of your power to vanquish my foe."
The arm laying on the stage turned to ash, and where it once was on his body covered up with a thick tattoo. The tattoo ate the shreds that remain of his destroyed arm, and spread to cover the rest of Alex's body.
"Does anyone know why they call me the black tooth bandit?"
He gave a warm smile as the tattoo covered his teeth turning them black.
When performing a blood sacrifice, the power gained all depends on the importance of an object you lose. And to a martial artist, what can be more important than an arm? But all costs must be paid, hence the tattoo will never allow his arm to be healed again.
The wave of power hit the whole room, some were flung straight off their feet. The air began to tremble at his presence.
The goddess looked upon him with anger.
"You dare use the power of my elder brother to fight me. Okran you bastard."
Boom. Alex shot turds her at 5156.049 MPH. The shock wave of his impact deafened the room, even killing some low ranking martial artists. They both blasted through the building moving past the fields before stopping when they hit a small mountain.
The queen spat blood, her eyes were leaking red. The queen's lower diaphragm was completely severed from her upper, but she still laughed.
"My angels will kill you all." She said before her eyes glazed over.