The arena reset. Dust cleared. The crowd's roar from the last bout still echoed, and the holographic announcer's voice boomed through the coliseum.
Final Round: Match Point!
Blake cracked his knuckles, crooked staff in hand, his purple eyes gleaming with malice. "I won't let that last humiliation stand. Prepare yourself, rock-head. This time, you won't even touch me."
Adam rolled his shoulders, hefting his hammer across one shoulder like it was weightless, though its size rivaled a tree trunk.
"Big words for a lazy prince who just got flattened." He smirked,his brown eyes narrowing. "This time, no mercy."
Lux leaned forward on the viewing bench, his silver eyes sparkling with excitement.
"This is going to be their best fight yet."
Nero crossed his arms, expression calm but intrigued. "Let's see if Blake can back up his mouth."
The countdown flashed above the arena.
3… 2… 1… START!
The final round erupted with immediate violence.
