> The forlorn expectancy, now to be conquered beyond extent.
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The very moment following Drizzled's utterance of those words, and as the crowd watched in anticipation from the Bounded Coliseum, and the participants likewise from their designated area, Dgiag would proceed to announce the verdict. "BEINGS OF THE OMNIVERSE! THE VICTOR OF THIS FIGHT IS…DAVID UNO!!!"
The audience cheered with fervor, amazed by the battle they now bore witness to as the gold standard of such an event. A spectacular showing, combining elements of skill, power and strategy.
The duo received their flowers from across the board, for in their case, in the eyes of those who watched, none had truly lost, for both fought valiantly till the very end.
A slightly unbalanced David stood over Drizzled still, whereas the latter still breathed heavily with his eyes closed.
But, as he slowly opened his eyes, he saw his opponent stretching out a hand to him, to aid him off the ground.
"And what's this about?," asked Drizzled with a slight grin.
"Sportsmanship. Pivotal to this. For your show of grit, I requite with a show of recognition." David answered with a calm smile.
"Ha! Just how corny can you get?," sniggered Drizzled, extending his hand towards the prince now, accepting his gesture of respect.
"Plenty, I believe."
"Well, I was still slightly close, wasn't I?" "Mmmm, only if you could outdo my 'unlimited’ stamina." "Seriously?!"
《After a long and grueling battle, a newfound bond is birthed between two differing beings.》
"But regardless, you truly were a excellent opponent,” said David as he looked forward, standing alongside his counterpart who was focused on him. "You've wholly earned my respect and admiration."
"Feeling's mutual.” Drizzled responded. "So, do me a little favor, and don't immediately get screwed next round, got it?"
His crass statement drew a quick, amused chuckle from David. "Haha. Noted.”
"I do think you have more things to be concerned about." "Well, valorants. You both did well. I give you my praise." Someone uttered behind them, interrupting their conversation.
Both of them turned to see who it was. And Dgiag, who had entered into the Limitless Field, walked towards the two.
"Thanks." Drizzled responded casually. "Much appreciated, higher one,” responded David in an overly humble presentation, which drew a look of ire from the mutant.
"Well then, great effort is deserving great rest.” He said as he clapped his hands, summoning four strange beings, each with two intertwined halos, and four eyes, and four fingers and no mouth, wearing strange pure white, scarlet and turquoise attire akin to medical wear, and in possession of even stranger equipment.
The beings rushed towards David and Drizzled, immediately tending to each of the two's wounds and all else.
"These here are Jmlehvu. Special beings from my domain designed to help in medical situations. They will act as the paramedical force of this tournament. Please, do not be disturbed by their presence or appearances, for they are here to help."
"Are you doing well?” One of the ones attending to Drizzled asked, to which he replied to with a statement that seemed to upset this unnatural being. "Yeah…can you seriously talk with no lips?”
Dgiag would turn to the Jmlehvu to impart further instructions. "Thank you once again. Take them to the recovery room, and take care of them. They shall return whenever wholly revitalized."
"Yes, Lord Dgiag.” They responded, enveloping themselves, David and Drizzled in a bright light.
Suddenly, they disappeared from the Limitless Field, taking the two with them.
Dgiag turned to the projection.
"You see, good folk…,” he said. "That, is precisely what this is.”
“Intense contests, of showmanship and strategy, power and skill, sportsmanship and respect. And most of all; unity.”
“For it is truth that all is united in this existence. And it is that unity we acknowledge through these battles. Be prepared. For greater, and better things, from this grand spectacle. You have MY word on that!!!!"
The crowd roared in an ever-growing excitement, reaching greater than ever before, for through his words, they could now see and take in the true value of the Showdown.
Then, Dgiag turned to the participants' space, directing his next words at them. "And you, contenders! Your current duty is that of the stage men of this event. Bring not disappointment."
"Yeah!!!!,” unanimously though separatedly shouted most contestants in reply, ready to give their all for this moment in their lives.
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《The Archversal Showdown. In all its glorious intensity.》
Probacon clutched his right hand to his chest, beginning to meditate. Those two…calling their match spectacular would be a grave understatement. They've shown, all of us, what this is! Because of them…
I'll make sure to go beyond even my previous level, just to live up to those expectations!!!
Dgiag, now satisfied by the response from most participants, looked at Tōmii, signaling him to spin the wheel yet again.
Dgiag…thee wot I trow already thine intent. Why bother?, asked Tōmii via telepathic means.
Well, if you already know that, you should know the intent behind it as well, no?, replied Dgiag with a cheeky smile.
Hm. As wiled as ever, art thou not?
The wheels were spun for once more. And both spun for a good long while, raising the anticipation of spectator and contender alike.
Then, they came to a halt.
And just like before, two from the participants' area would be brought into the Limitless Field.
"Well, this really is an interesting matchup!" Dgiag declared, which brought about cheers from the crowd, excited at the two new participants, anxious of what they would do.
"In the first corner…" Dgiag began to speak. "A being, born from a great nature and civilization, formerly a part of its forces, before going off on his own journeys. God of Frost, Shwey Gamorson!!"
"For the glory of the Allfathers and all Asgard, I shalt surely stand in triumph,” said a bulky, very tall, gruff and hairy humanoid male in rugged vocals. He had icy blue-irised semi-almond eyes, long brown hair and beard, his hair with a strand of white, wearing what seemed to be fur clothing made from mystical Asgardian creatures, a simple shawl over his shoulders and upper body, a loincloth with a golden-buckled belt, and regular pants combined with black leather boots.
《Shwey Gamorson. Asgardian Frost Deity. Age 588.》
"And in our other corner." Dgiag continued, "A mutant of the Torrerian dimension, same as before, and a representative of fear. A Galactic Brigadier of his own corporeality. Codenamed 'Couch Potato'!!"
"..." Couch spoke not a word, appearing very similar to Drizzled, differentiated through height and clothing, which consisted of a skull mask, a dull yellow jacket and black vest, as well as elastic gray pants with black trainers.
《Couch Potato. Galactic Brigadier. Age 20.》
"Now, both of you. Come forward,” said Dgiag, causing the two to come towards each other.
"Show your respects.”
But unlike before, they chose to not act as requested, bringing about an uncomfortable silence.
"Well?" Dgiag asked, impatient at their time-wasting.
"What do you want from me? To lick his boots or something?," asked a disinterested Couch, tilting his head to his right with one hand akimbo.
"That there, is my own reason, higher lord,” responded Shwey, pointing to Couch as he faced a now peeved Dgiag. "Be there need for me to greet such a low-class brat?"
"Says the 'god’ participating in this tournament."
"I shalt have thee know, I represent the Asgard of my corporeality, so I shan't tolerate any blasphemous mettle."
"Sure, whatever you say, oh great deity."
"ENOUGH!!!,” interrupted an irate Dgiag with a loud and thundering voice, procuring a powerful gust outward with just that one outburst.
"Now, I shall ask only once more. Show. Your. Respect."
Both would reluctantly perform greetings, for fear of how the Djikk may have acted in retaliation.
"Good. Now, we will start when I say so. Are you both ready?"
"At thine behest."
"Go ahead.”
Dgiag teleported from the Field, shouting the moment he arrived within the Bounded Coliseum. "Begin!"
Both would instantly go full throttle at each other, irritated by each other's pre-match behavior.
《Flaring tempers charge at each other.》
Couch charged at Shwey with outrageous speed born of his natural "accelerated motion", but the Asgardian had other plans. With his hands placed onto the surface, he began to generate ice and cold air. ~GREAT JOTUNHEIM!!!~
Then would proceed to suddenly instantaneously freeze over the area around him in a vast quantity of ice.
《Shwey possesses ice powers based in magic.》
Couch stepped back at the last second to avoid being caught in it.
《Powerful Asgardian magic…》
"Showing to me thine celerity this early might prove foolish, considering I possess a rather primed counter for that ability,” snapped Shwey in a condescending tone.
"Don't push your luck, oldie,” retorted Couch, now looking to enact something of his own. "I've got counters for your stuff as well."
He began to swiftly carousel the area overrun by ice, with a constantly increasing velocity, until he reached his aim of propagating a cyclone of incredibly fast winds.
Shwey would however not fall prey, connecting himself to the ground with highly durable casts of ice around his feet.
"Tch!,” scoffed Couch.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. That shan't do in a battle of this like!,” shouted Shwey.
He proceeded to create and hurl a large ball of ice at the Torrerian.
The latter swiftly avoided it, only to be hit by various ice projectiles which came from nowhere.
"Urgh!,” groaned Couch, landing onto the ground as Shwey undid his Jotunheim.
"Thou see, boy, I could already tell the kind of man thou art, just by one gaze. Filled of hatred, and vengeance, thee choose to be blind to the bigger picture.” He would impart in an abrasive but gentle manner.
Couch was sharp to reply however, and in tongue sharp to dissent as well. "Huh…my life really led me to being lectured by warmongers, huh?”
Such words visibly angered Shwey. "Insolent boy! I shall make do to teach thee some manners.” And around him began to form a multitude of weapons made of ice, numbering to the thousands, floating and aimed at Couch.
"~ICE ARMOURY!!!~” He shouted, hurling his arsenal at Couch, as the true length of this much unfriendly contest began…
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