Having had enough of being bashed around, Norbert leaps forward, the shield coming up once again, only one of the spearmen by their side. Punching as hard as he could with his left, he sends it into the shield. The clang resonates around the arena, causing the shield bearer to step back quickly.
Now, having created some space, Norbert charged at the spearman. Their spear came down straight at him, not caring at all for the weapon that pierced his gut, grabbing onto the spear and stopping its user from going away unless wanting to lose their weapon.
The lizard's eyes grew wide in horror as Norbert continued coming towards him. Letting go of the spear, he clambered away as they pulled a short sword from their belt. Pulling the spear all the way through, Norbert held it in his hand for a moment, feeling the balance.
The shield bearer came down on him, the spear flying up, scratching off the side of the shield, poking them in their armour-protected scale shoulder. Letting the sword drop, Norbert pulled the spear out of the shoulder from the side, a wave of blood coming out from the wound, splattering the ground.
The shield bearer dropped his sword, clanging against their leg as it fell. Norbert was ruining past them, sheathing his sword as he did so, holding onto the spear as he did so, and pulling his arm back. Bringing the point down, an arrow bounced off the spear tip, glancing off his helmet rather than striking his body. The arrow landed on the ground, a ripple happening underneath his footsteps as the dirt was sucked quickly behind him.
Another arrow was coming for him, and Norbert leapt into the air as he pulled the spear back, the archer now annoying him. Holding it in his hand, index finger behind, Norbert threw the spear as he landed, the air rippling around it as it travelled towards its target.
Landing on the ground again, the shield bearer, having left his sword on the ground, holding the shield with two hands, came for Norbert again. With both hands-free, Norbert grabbed onto the shield, his feet being pushed back until he gained purchase. Pulling the shield down, hearing the arm tear under the force Norbert slammed his head forward, his helmet ringing out the opponents own, Norbert pulling back again, but the warrior dropping to the ground like a sack of potatoes, turning around Norbert waiting for the next person to charge at him.
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Following the sound, Norbert saw it come from where he launched the spear. It had stopped and slowly moved forward, finally shattering the barrier, resulting in the deafening noise. Norbert watched as the mages hastily cast their spell, trying to repair their barrier again.
The two other melees, having stayed behind, came running forward. After they stepped through, the barrier appeared once more, lapping at their heels.
Lights came off it as a barrage of spells from Norbert'Norbert'sew over the entire field, sizzling against the barrier as it impacted ineffectively.
Norbert saw his group mostly stay where they were, wondering when they would come out and help him. As Norbert went forward, making it be there with the others around him, he did not care about it, as the two that came forward, dagger flying in the air towards him, were at him.
Jumping into the air to buy some time, Norbert looked at his predicament. He was surrounded on all four sides as Norbert landed on the ground, unsheathing his dagger, and everyone was too close to use the sword properly. As one, they all stabbed forward, Norbert not even having time to move as he was hit on all four sides.
Feeling the spear tip burn against his skin, the smell of pork and singed hair coming off his body. Grabbing the spear, Norbert twisted his body to the side, whipping the weapon from their grasp. Clutching a spear once more, Norbert shouted, "ROUND TWO!" his voice echoed around the arena.
Pulling his arm back, he felt someone grab onto it, trying to stop him from moving it forward; as he launched it, the grip on his arm releasing, unable to contain him, one of the dagger users jumped forward, the spear shooting straight towards the barrier, the lizard figure going with it, pinned to the tip of the spear without breaking through, its tail wiggling in the wind.
The two hit against the barrier, the lizard person popping right through with no resistance, as the spear once more was held up, stuck in position as cracks began to come out of the barrier. Finally, it shattered like glass, the spear continuing as before, landing right next to its previous one in a cloud of dirt.
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Then, the bombardment happened. Arching slightly over Norbert's Machine gun, a fire of flames shot out. Norbert felt his helmet heating up from the proximity he was currently into the flames. Turning towards the opponents staying in their main circle, standing there, the flames flickered around them, burning off their clothes.
They all stood there, completely unaffected by the flames. Norbert's brow sweating in the helmet, thankful when the flames cut out, feeling his eyes evaporating even after the heat stopped, and not having any time for it, Norbert got surrounded once more. All the weapons glowed bright red as one of the dagger wielders swiped at him. Just grazing him, Norbert saw his clothes burst into flames, the cotton underneath, after heating up so much before, unable to provide any proper protection.
Taking the dagger's hand, the wielder tries to escape, but Norbert's grip does not let them slip by. Holding on, the scales warm under his touch, Norbert gripped down, feeling the bone turn to pulp. Grabbing with a second hand on the other arm, Norbert started spinning around repeatedly until he was also dizzy. The lizard's feet are are no longer on the floor, and his entire body is perfectly straight from his hands. Letting go of Norbert, the body flew high into the air, not stopping until it crashed into the ground tens of meters away. The body is not moving while it lay there motionless.
The last three stared him down. Norbert got annoyed at his team for not assisting him, just wanting to see this finally finished. Taking his sword out once again, Norbert felt the energy within him get a second lease on life, starting to ramp up speed again within his body after it maxed out previously.
He did not want to look this gift horse in the mouth. Norbert was charging at the next one, being one of the spearmen with no spear. Swiping down on their sword, they tried to dodge it unsuccessfully as it battered to the ground. Slicing down again on the arm they put in front of themselves to try and block his sword, it cleanly passed through. Before the arm could drop to the floor, Norbert kicked the lizard creature away from him, turning around his defeated foe no longer in his mind.
Swiping to the side on the other spearmen, the sword being pinned to their body, stopping it from getting cut but causing them to go flying away, he aimed it luckily for the rest of his team, now charging forward after Norbert nearly single-handedly took out half their force.
The last one, Norbert, stepped forward, watching their eyes widen, swiping down with his blade. Norbert saw the figure turn into dust, his blade hitting through nothing of substance. Feeling the hairs stick up the back of his neck, imagining a blade coming down for him, Norbert reversed his grip and stabbed it behind him, feeling it make contact just as a hot metal object made contact with the back of his neck before slipping from their grip and falling to the floor. The blade heated the dirt, turning it molten before the dagger finally cooled off, creating a smooth surface, loose dirt covering up the new creation.
He was looking around him, seeing and hearing the bodies groaning and seeing them bleed out around him, knowing that per the rules, they would be out of the remainder of this battle. He turned to where he heard shouts, the previously offended and riled-up lizards now on the back end. The two barriers were positioned to be right on each other. Norbert saw ripples in the barrier, even without needing to see the magic, as they fought for domination.
Norbert sprinted forward, not wanting to miss out on it. Going past a wall of arrows on the ground, piled up just outside his battle area, not having seen them previously. Wondering what could have caused them to plummet straight to the ground, crushing them under his feet, the magic that was still in them coming to life as he instantly found himself knee-deep in sand, slowly getting sucked further and further in.
Trying to move his body, every movement only caused him to fall deeper and deeper into the quicksand. He kicked as hard as he could, but his legs could not find any purchase to move from, only floundering around. Feeling it touch his chin, he finally stopped, Norbert watching as the sand became hard compacted dirt again.
Breathing out a sigh of relief, Norbert let his body relax, feeling it move slightly in the earth. In his panic, the energy within him had slipped, no longer charged, and was going faster than usual. Placing some of his energy into his hand, Norbert moved it as much as possible in the tight confines, imagining it being ripped open and cracks forming around him,
Releasing the energy, Norbert instantly knew he put in too much, unable to rein it in as it cracked him, turning everything around him to sand. His body shaking as for a moment, it spiked into him before crumbling away. Breathing laboured breaths, Norbert freed one of his hands from the surface, his legs still encased in compacted dirt, which may as well be stone to Norbert.
Pushing down with his hand, feeling where the sand became compact dirt, Norbert pulled himself up, his feet cracking and breaking, needing to move around the dirt to be able to escape from his earthly coffin.
Standing up, his legs wobbly after their sudden confinement Norbert looked at the rest of the battle, seeing only one left as they fell, the voice of the commentator coming back again "And with that we have our victors, Morenas with the surprising turn of events!" Their voice echoing within Norbert.
Turning to the crowd, Norbert waved as he paraded around, picking up his throwing da, which he had released at the start of the fight, before joining his teammates on the platoon rm and disappearing again underground.