Figure, signing of death and of stability, embody the grander creation.
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Through the air passed a heavy wave of anxious anticipation, and it could be told it hit the minds of anyone who was anyone.
They waited, the ever-impatient masses. With various expressions to showcase their displeasure for the wait on Dgiag’s next words, taking into consideration what his prior statement had been. But still, there was much excitement for the coming engagements.
"BEINGS OF THE OMNIVERSE!!!" Dgiag exclaimed finally, raising his cane skywards as a beacon of a new beginning.
With this, the full attention of all. From the most to the least directly involved, their eyes were now plastered completely on the presence of this being.
"The fourth round of this event…BEGINS NOW!!!"
The roars came in like rolling thunder, louder than ever before, and their amplification now seemed to only grow higher with each battle, and each round.
Lively as ever. That's good, thought Dgiag with a light smile upon his face.
Simultaneously, within the Coliseum, staining many halls was a trail of blood that seemed to drag through for many, many lengths. But slowly and surely it became fresher the more it went on, eventually leading to the sight of two familiar individuals, one male with a notable staff, one female in an incomplete suit, with bruised demeanors and familiar appearances.
Come on…come on…, thought Hether as blood oozed down the corners of her wound-marked face. Written on her face was discomfort, amidst resting her right side on the wall for support, but in spite of the circumstance she pushed on. Propped on her shoulders were the right hand of an unconscious Huo, with patches of blood across his head, a scar on his mouth and a particular patch of ripped epidermal skin on his right cheek.
I have to tell the others. They’ve to know…what we found…what that thing means…
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Her mind returned to moments ago in the near past, one where she violently crashed onto the floor with a grunt, already marred with the blood and scars and with her clothing ripped away at.
A large claw was suddenly placed on top of her, preventing her from moving.
Seriously?! A Halva-rui?! She thought in distress, as over her stood a creature with a hellish appearance likeable to Cerberus, and a body like a long-legged rodent’s and a fur-covered lizard's tail, with lower hind hinds similar to talons, and two hypertensive feathers sticking out from its sides. Its front claw was placed on her body, hindering her mobility.
It roared at her in point-blank, spraying some spittle onto her.
She breathed heavily, as hundreds of thoughts spiraled through her mind.
She turned her head to her side, and there lay Huo, a numb, bloody, unpresentable mess at the moment, with a staff seemingly broken just beneath his opened hand.
She winced, with a deeply frustrated spirit, looking about for ways to escape the situation, even grabbing the beast's hand to attempt lifting it off her body. All but to no avail, for the beast was not letting up, and the energy she acted on at the moment was residual, thus unable to utilize her normally inhuman might to its fullest.
And when she looked to the creature’s eyes for a moment, all she could see was a stare returned, one filled with the fire and the desire for destruction.
Then did she see the true magnitude of the situation, leading her to gulp..
But then, she placed a light smile upon her face.
"Oh well..." She said with a calm presence, which provoked a confused peer and low growl from the creature.
Suddenly, it started being suctioned by something at its rear, much to its shock.
It turned its head to look back, only to see a strange ball of orange, gray and white, with a hole from which the suctioning was origin point. For this was no normal tool, but one with a penchant for capturing great beasts of battle.
"Monōrbs. Usually, these are for Battlebeasts, but…I tinkered on this one just a little…" She said, drawing more confusion from the creature.
"FOR CAPTURING BIG GUYS LIKE YOU!!!" She exclaimed.
The force of the absorption began to exhibit itself, shifting even the great creature with no prejudice.
It still resisted however, making sure not to be absorbed, and even at a point appearing to conquer it to completely counter it.
"NOW!!!" She exclaimed yet again, and immediately and with rapid haste, something dashed over her head.
The monster looked up to see airborne Huo, still with his injuries, and spinning around above his head his reconstructed weapon, ready to strike with it. I noticed it…, thought the human still as she lay.
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A slight twitch from him, meaning…
The monster looked in bewilderment, as Huo yelled with ferocity. "HAAAA!!!"
He proceeded to strike the monster in a downward path with a solid blow to its scalp, with such force the creature's head bounced on the floor.
From this it was stunned, and stumbled back, and lost its attentiveness that had kept it without change for long.
Then, the Monōrb managed to suck in its lower half, marking the beginning of the process.
Hether and Huo looked on with pants, in wait for the cessation of the absorption, and their win confirmation.
Eventually, the ball completely absorbed the monster, registering the act despite still shaking violently from the monster's resistance on the inside.
Huo fell onto the ground, completely unconscious, and Hether herself breathing heavily as she lounged on her elbows.
"Haaa…looks like…we at least make a decent combat partners…"
***
Finally returning to the moment, still with her heavy breaths from all the fatigue she had and was garnering.
Suddenly, something violently shook in one of the pouches of her utility belt.
She pulled it out, the object being the same Monōrb containing the Halva-rui. It trembled in excessively violent fashion, even shaking her own hand.
"Oh, stay still, will you?” She muttered as she shook it back in retaliation, leading to the calming of its virulence.
Then back into its pouch she placed it, closing the pouch with acute security. "We'll be there soon enough, so…"
"Hang in there, you two.”
Meanwhile, the fourth round had begun, and in dazzling fashion to boot. Kicking off with a battle between Toxic and Talisman, another "dream match" that would only occur in such an event. Up till now, both had shown great a spectacular battle, proving their capabilities across all boards. And it also proved Pika right, Talisman, who had been holding back for the longest, was beginning only now to show fragments of the true extents of his might, to the point he contested against a Grandmaster Entity at their highest dimensioned power. Displaying even more capabilities tied to being a star-empowered Stralean, including being able to resist much of what the Pillar sent his way, projections of shockwaves, heating and freezing breath abilities, meditative control of bhe, the word the Straleans used to define qi, a supernatural resilience, a simplistic but especial exertion of bio-dynamism, and might that exceeded skies and seas. The Pillar was not without his showings however, expanding on Viosi amorphism and shapeability, using knowledge gained through a connection to all Viosi, procuring wings, and the varied Meridian powers this avatar could use, including fire and water, and a mighty “metapower” that dominated his lessers.
Eventually, the battle would meet an end with a dual clash, which sent tremendous shockwaves that wiped away a total nature of infinity.
And with all said and done, it would be Toxic taking victory, and showing reciprocated respect to his adversary amongst the widespread chants of the masses.
《Victor: Lord Toxic.》
Afterwards came a duel faced off among two alliance members; Fighter and Watch.
Truly it was intense, especially so as both agreed at the beginning to use only their most basal utilities in the fight. Thus Watch amazed with his velocity and rapid style of combat, while Fighter made use of his tools, his skills, and his wits.
And at the end of an intense battle with many nearfalls, Fighter would come atop with a combination of fantastic reading, illusions, extensive superpower negations, and some special-made anesthetic gas.
To his ally and adversary he would give his flowers, even carrying him to the Room of Healing himself, and earning great empathy from many of the audience.
The wheels spun in preparation of the next battle, keeping all on the edges of their seats.
The next contestants were selected, teleporting them onto the platform instantaneously. Amongst the two of them was David, now without his amulet and jacket as per usual.
And even more was the demeanor he carried, one of daggering, cautious, and virulent stares at his coming opponent.
Dgiag announced each of them, with David referred to as The 24th Royal of Primus.
And his opponent called Draco the Destroyer, The Dragon King of Stral of his corporeality, a raven-haired, long-faced, green-eyed individual with a dastardly smile. Bulked with muscle, tall and broad-shouldered, and in a metallic sleeveless ceremonial Stralean battle armor which had shoulder and knee pads and knee-high boots, with a general color code of red, black and orange, all complemented by a gray fur cape.
《The Dragon King. Tyrant of Stral. Age 26.》
No respect was shared between both, and Dgiag requested for none either, for even he knew just the lethargic contrast this contest would bring about.
《The great discrepancy…》 《The good and the bad…》
David's allies watched on keenly from all their varied seatings, in unanimous favor of his triumph.
Dgiag transposed from the Field, and signaled to the match’s commencement.
In a split second, moving at quintupled paralogical velocity, Dragon King charged at David.
The latter instantly caught on, reacting with a paced dodge, leaving his opponent to fly past him.
In the very micro-instant of which, King sent a devilish smile at David.
A smile responded to with a stern glare of disapproval.
Dragon King landed onto the ground, skidding across it with much force.
He wasted no time in retaking the initiative once more, making his way towards the Nafiman prince with a mighty propulsion.
The two engaged in a contest of close-quarters combat, as with the throwing of fast-paced attacks either blocked or evaded between the two, the showings of a splendid spell of good skill, as well as the differences between David’s freer, purer, more learned, more Jujitsu-focused style, and King’s more fiery, more rigid, more aggressive, more military one.
Dragon King would then push David back with a front kick, connecting only with the blocking arms of the prince though.
He began blowing a cooler air into that which was before him with so much concentration, solidifying it, and intently molding it.
David watched without lapse, enacting his preparations for the King’s next play…
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