A long day of alone training brought Axel to the tournament. And at last the awaited day comes, a lot of prisoners gather in to the auditorium and a lot of prisoners also gather to watch the battle. A large auditorium awaited them, as they entered.
"So big, I could never believe it was so big," said Kaid, marveling at what he saw.
Their eyes followed through the hallways, the auditorium ceiling towering over them, before they noticed the same high-ranking prison officials, looking down from their platform surrounded by elite composite-armor clad super soldiers armed with devastating firearms that radiated a low, constant hum. With their advanced combat gears at the ready, the tension had set in the air as the soldiers awaited with their eyes scanning the surroundings to spot their targets and to strike on such a note. Aleksij's expression twisted into a rictus of fury as he had laid eyes upon the men who had kept him locked away; an accursed thing in a cage, his heart beating in anticipation of vengeance as acknowledged his captors.
After everyone stops settling, they're gonna go watch the fight with the team, upper management and the prisoner. The teams are already at the center of the battlefield, and one of the higher-ups guards reads the rules.
As for people like you, ladies and gentlemen, prisoners in this great institution, it is our rare privilege to present to you today, the 50th annual tournament of the most savage brutality known to man — the relentless entertainment of life, death and all between, as the strong conquer the weak, and as the weak become fodder to the cruelty of fate." Now, as we get ready to unleash the madness that will play out before your very eyes, let me explain the rules that will govern this battle royale: survival is the only imperative, and the only currency that holds any worth is the will to fight on, any cost: each team will meet in a frenzy of steel and sinew, with no quarter asked and none given, until only one remains."
The weapons are all over the battlefield; Axel's teams are analyzing all their enemies. They have to find weapons before anyone else. When the countdown began, the Axel team was ready to run to their weapons.
"Ready?" Kaid said, his voice shaking.
"Nothing to be prepared for," Axel replied evenly.
The two girls appear to be mute since the day they played in the battlefield The pilot, Axel, takes a look at the two of them but what he sees is a dreadful aura of Ava and Lila. Indeed, they are prepared for violence...
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At the sound of the starting signal, the competitors sprang into the fray, teammates barreling for the arsenal of their choice in a chaotic sprint, utterly unaware that they would collide—hard—with other teams. Amid the pandemonium, the far-off crack of a machine gun wrenched the air, but Axel's eyes, alight with recognition, were glued only to his base need, his prize, a laser sword infused with an almost ethereal glow. When Axel's fingers closed around the hilt, a villainous figure appeared in front of him, the other's blade gleaming, but Axel barely dodged the strike, slicing his own weapon this time along the other's gut. Kaid had already drawn a sword and was fighting for his life, his weapon cutting lazily as it blocked the mad attacks that struck at him. Eli, that heartless realist, had picked up a gun and was gunning down his foes with cool efficiency, his face a mask of disconnected glee. At the opposite side of the field, as Ava and Lila were perfectly aligned, they were practically dancing, full of graceful fluidity as they dissected the enemies one by one with ease, Lila's twin daggers glistening under the sun as she brought down foes with brutal agility, whereas Ava's claw, honed to perfection, crumpled the wounded with preylike urgency, eyes blazing with a wild temper. As the three-minute countdown ticked, the arena's carnage had already pared the original ten teams to four, the survivors hardening themselves for the trials that remain.
"It's been three minutes already and there are many injures and many dead bodies all at the place," Axel said while running towards his teammates.
They conceal themselves in a wrecked and decaying structure and allow their opponent to make the first move.
"You guys ok?" Axel asks them politely.
"I never thought I would love it." Eli says, chuckling as though much entertained by his own action.
"Just barely surviving, bu for now, four teams are remaining," Kaid answers, with the clear mind.
As Ava and Lila whisper to the side, "I want more!! We want more!" They have faces with unmerciful features; they gave the impression of being murderers.
"We need a plan," Axel told them; he does have a plan.
"The other two groups appear to hide something since they are hurt allies. That will be the better way to strike at them, but we will only grab an opening for the last team. "They have a machine gun and nearly killed all prisoners."
Axel still say his plan, he just need to anybody groupe, where they have a machine gun, so its easy for his teammate then to attack the other 2 group.
A minute into their discussion, Axel looked up at the higher-ups, who were watching them, thoroughly amusement on their faces despite their hands hiding it. Axel tells his teammates he will signal when it is time.
Axel climbs from the framework and looks around at the gang with a machine; Axel is aware he will be defeated if they fire the bum firing machine. But there was something not right in Axel. He grumbles, "This is the perfect place to use this ability.", with a small smile on his face.
The very first moment the enemy group had sighted him moving toward them, the muscular man with two tattoos on his head made no hesitation to use the machine gun because of the urgency.
The moment when the masculine man's finger squeezed the trigger, releasing a barrage of rounds that would rip Axel to pieces, the vial he swallows activates, and to his eyes the world starts moving in slow-motion. Axel began to flit and parry, almost languidly as his laser sword sliced through countless projectiles and sent them spinning harmlessly away to the ground. The man's expression twisted with rage as he emptied his clip into Axel, all to see that every single bullet was taken out by his almost dance-like movements. The man, unfazed, reloaded and fired another 50 rounds, but Axel's distorted perception of time allowed him to dodge and return fire on each one effortlessly. Axel felt the man grow desperate, and he stepped closer, the light catching on his laser sword. Axel had only to throw a punch at the man's face, as he did so in a desperate attempt, but was too late as the man's wrist was cut by his own hand, by Axel's blade. His screams filled the air as he staggered back, his wide eyes filled with terror, begging for mercy, claiming he didn't want to fight Axel, that all of his teammates were slaughtered, that he would surrender. But Axel's face stayed impassive, his thoughts still spinning with the recollections of the many lives the man had cruelly snuffed out; all without
hesitation, the sword in Axel's hand flashed one last time, cutting the
man's life in an instant, with one swift, lethal stroke.