'So he still has a lot of speed to spare even after going toe to toe with Ross,' Zen thought in silence as the sandstorm did a number on the fighters, mostly on Alex.
Ross had already begun turning into light particles, so Alex took most of the lightning damage. But what caught Zen's attention was that moment of speed Alex displayed to appear behind Ross.
Even he was unable to see him move. It made him wonder if he could truly fight Alex and come out on top.
He began to consider taking advantage of the passing remnants as a way to even the playing field.
'No… Thinking like that means I've already accepted defeat. There are ways to pin him down to get the win.'
Raising his right hand, he stared at it with a thoughtful expression coming up with ways to use his metal manipulation to achieve his desired outcome.
[Winner: Alexander…]
[The final match will begin in five minutes. Combatants, make your preparations.]
