Out in a ruined Colosseum, a string of plasma bolts was fired forth, speeding towards a black smoke. And within the billowing smoke, a pair of red eyes began to glow brightly, as if lit aflame. At that moment, a flash of streaking red light cuts a swath within the smoke, clearing it away with a wave of force, revealing a cerulean armored suit as flying bolts grazed past them.

With a grunt, the armored warrior reared their heels slightly off the ground before launching fast straight ahead, hands ready on a single curved sword.

It was a heated battle.

Seeing their opponent rushing in aggressively, an armored warrior in white from afar launched bolts of lightning from their right gauntlet, each staunched in power that when hit, would surely prove lethal. However, with trained movements, all of them were smoothly avoided by the cerulean sword wielder as they closed in quick on their target, now within reach, before executing rapid slashes in crisp motion.

The sheen of their sword was gleaming red.

Taken aback by their swiftness, the warrior blocked the slashes with precise movements as a halo began to appear on their back, generating a wild pulsating plasma.

The swordsman single-mindedly focused on their slashes, unabated. Such ferocity managed to wound itself on the warrior's side. Wincing slightly, the white warrior forced themselves to hold out the brutal assault, seeing the incoming blade that would never see them escape.

But rather than keeping guard, the warrior began drawing up power from the halo, forming a spear of light on their hand that quickly saw an incoming strike at its tip, counterattacking with terrifying ease.

Their weapons clawed at each other.

However, with a left feint, the swordsman managed to quickstep instantly behind their opponent's back, opening a small window for them to land a strike and blowing the warrior far away.

A bit damaged, the warrior quickly rolled on the ground before launching yet another series of bolts. The swordsman geared swiftly and rushed for their opponent's head, avoiding the coming bolts yet again. But that proved to be a grand chance when veins of light suddenly sparked in the surrounding air, tracing the path of the bolts. This quickly acts like a magnet that draws the bolts lightning fast, back to whence they came.

It was a simple trick yet effective, as the swordsman turned their back around to defend as the bolts hit them squarely. Sparks of electrical shocks then arced around their suit, paralyzing the swordsman in place.

Not wanting to miss this open window, the warrior dissolved their spear. In turn, they began to take up an archery stance. Gathering specks of pulsating blue orbs flew around them before ultimately materializing as a magnificent silver great bow. Bolts of electricity crackled as they flexed their muscles, straining to get the most power out of it. And soon, myriads of silvery arrows came into existence as the pressure eased. Their glowing blue eyes were as sharp as their mind even when their arms were quivering from the weight.

With one breath, the bowstring whooshed, and the arrows finally came loosed, lancing towards their prey with a silvery brilliance.

Without proper defense, the paralyzed sword wielder decided to summon forth a small black hole that soon began to suck everything all around. Its demanding, raw force ate the lancing arrows with a clasp.

The white warrior cursed as the black hole grew bigger as it spewed forth several dark beams that seemed to be screaming for blood, inching faster than expected. There was no time to act.

In a blink of an eye, the white warrior summoned a great spear of light in their right hand before throwing it with a terrifying force as the spear took flight.

A resounding clap, and then a burst of blinding light.

Time was running out, and yet it waited for none.

The white warrior grunted, drained of stamina. Their eyes adjusted themselves to the light as the surroundings started to clear up. Act fast, and the advantage is yours to take. As these words rang inside their mind, the warrior turned to the side.

A moment too late, as they were quickly assailed awake by summoned magic flying swords storming dangerously close towards their way. Feeling the adrenaline rush taking its course, the warrior geared their arms to shield themselves with an electrical shield screen. Waves of flying swords then raged head-on, not giving a moment for the warrior to catch their breath as they desperately held their ground still. The powerful force slowly left small cracks on the screen. It seemingly doesn't seem to end, even as the swords were destroyed by the energy surrounding the shield.

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The warrior cried out in defiance, greedily drawing more power from the halo, when suddenly a looming shadow clouded over their head.

“I got you now.”

A flash of red.

And that was enough for a wide explosion to blast everything.

Within seconds, the battlers emerged from the cloud of dust, each landing a fair distance away. The white warrior heavily damaged, panting for breath. With a triumphant stance, the swordsman proudly raised their chin. Bits of their armor, however, had scrapped off. Burnt but still in shape to say the least.

Both battlers trained their eyes on each other, wary of possible moves. That was until a vicious storm of swords burst forth from the cloud of dust into the sky, reeling in the white warrior's eyes. And then, with a curve, the hail of swords made a beeline straight down, aiming towards their target.

Clicking their tongue, the warrior held their gauntlet up, glowing brightly as a magic circle appeared on the ground beneath their feet. The earth then began to rock wildly. Realizing this, the swordsman began to move quickly, concentrating their mind and the surrounding space into one before instantly blinking their way above the warrior to launch attacks.

A vain effort at best, as before the swordsman could do damage, the patch of land beneath the white warrior jutted outwards from the grounds. Forcing the swordsman to put their arms up fast to block as the jutting earth hits them fully, enough to swiftly send them flying in the air.

The flying swords endlessly deluged on hitting the face of the rising earth, missing their target.

Though damaged, the swordsman quickly performed a somersault to break free from the fall. At once, the sword wielder darted their sword deep into the jutting tower of grounds, letting them phase through in the air back to their sword's grip. Turning their head up, it seemed the rising wouldn't stop, the tower of earth casting a long shadow on the grounds beneath while hiding the sun out of sight.

But that was the least on their mind when they saw a figure in white on a mad dash down across the walls of earth, now brimming with electricity, arcing around them as if lightning itself.

Sharpening their mind, the swordsman began to emit waves of force. Their armored suit went black as midnight as their bloody-red eyes burned with more life. Then, with a sudden jerk of their sword, the swordsman geared their feet on the walls before forcefully blasting their way up with breakneck speed.

Lightning rods then were fired off. But with a whole-souled swing, the swordsman managed to defend themselves from the bolts while absorbing the energy dispersed in the air into their sword. Then, with a grunt, released them all at the tip of their sword, firing dark energy blasts in turn.

Surprised, the warrior began to avoid said blasts while delivering blows of punches on those close enough to their person.

One of them almost slipped past them.

It was a sword.

A sudden realization then hits upon the warrior, as time slowly dwindled into a crawling state, letting them watch as the sword wielder warped through space. They carried their sword firmly in their hands before unleashing a powerful stroke of force downward.

However, with precise timing, the warrior managed to catch the sword between their hands. Overflowing with the power of lightning, the warrior gripped the sword hard till it shuddered in cracks before completely breaking it off.

The swordsman quickly prepared to jump away but not before receiving a destructive blow pumped with lightning on their face, sending them high up in the air. The warrior then prepared to bolt themselves towards their opponent with a burst of lightning, determined to end the battle.

Before they could do so, however, splitting earth began to erupt across the tower, slowly making it fell apart in pieces. Sensing the spell beginning to wear off, the warrior doubled their power to shorten the time.

Now they only need a mere second to launch off.

Suddenly, the vicious storm of swords burst forth from the walls of earth overhead the warrior, immediately alerting them. With that the tower's upper part teetered to their side, slowly falling down like a giant boulder.

Without delay, the warrior bolted themselves out from within the reach of the falling boulder, while seeing the swords still hot on their trail. Unfortunately, they didn't manage to find the swordsman in time during the launch—that was, until a falling sword entered their sight.

A manifestation in black appeared before the warrior, impelling them to raise a blow of punch. But contrary to their expectations, they only hit upon thin air.

A cue for the swordsman warped themselves to a sword behind the warrior's back, having already prepared one ahead of time. Now, only one stroke of a slash will end this.

As the swordsman began to draw their sword to strike, the warrior instantly disappeared out of their attack range. The swordsman hastily turned their head around only to find a flash of finished lightning-powered gauntlets ready to punch them square in the abdomen.

The world then stopped momentarily as the Colosseum witnessed a battle of speed unfolding before its eyes.

Two warriors in their clash of will exchanged high-speed blows and strikes to each other, neither seemed to lose in tenacity and power. Until finally, they were caught in a blast of clashing elements, blowing them far away from each other.

Time then resumed back to normal as both fell down, with lightning rods already launched in midair.

The swordsman drew their sword out to deflect them all before placing their attention on the storm of flying swords coming their way. In mere seconds, the swordsman whirled their body around to ride the storm, gearing its path towards the white warrior while casting dark energy blasts at them.

The warrior safely landed on the grounds, noticing the sky had now turned overcast. Allowing them to unleash their full power, waves of lightning burst from them as they prepared themselves to clash against the coming storm.