""ALRIGHT!!! MAKE SOME NOISE! LET'S HEAR IT!""
The crowd in the colosseum went wild, with cheer. The atmosphere was electric. Outside, and throughout the city, wherever there were people, there was cheer. Mugs raised high, and bets just as if not higher. The excitement was so strong, and infectious it spread like wildfire.
""HELL YEAH! EVERYONE'S AMPED UP! AND READY 1!!! 2!!! 3!!! FIGHT!!!" The Announcer shouted out with all his heart, he lived for the announcer's roll. The crowd added in their voices for the count as well.
Ottar drew both his blades, and shot forward like a rocket, slamming both blades down.
Bokhoir hoisted his hammer, slamming it right into Ottar's left hip, altering Ottar's forward trajectory by 60 degrees…
Ottars left blade missed Bokhoir entirely, the right blade glided narrowly by his helm. Then came the slam, Ottar had hit the wall, cracking it quite deep. He pulled himself out of the hole in the wall, and stared, gently dusting himself off.
The crowd went ballistic with the shocking excitement. And a mage was hired to repair the damage immediately.
Ottar looked at the wall, and wondered. He's indeed strong. That hit was good. But, it felt like he was holding back. "Are you holding back?"
"Heh, of course I'm holding back. You think these puny walls are enough to keep us contained?"
"I see… We would never be able to fight without holding back."
Shurry appeared on the balcony where the gods were. "It seems they need something tougher to handle their power."
"Freya, do you wish to make this fight more entertaining?"
"Of course. You plan on using something?"
Freya, and Hathor stood up. And looked at their respective children in the arena. The sentiment was clear for them.
Ottar spoke first. "Lady Freya, I'd like to fight with everything I have, for you."
"Aye, that's something I can agree with you on, Ottar." Bokhoir laughed, then smiled. "Lady Hathor, if it would please you, I'd like to request the same." He added kneeling to his goddess.
Ottar just lost another battle, one he didn't even realize he'd been fighting until he lost it.
"Good, then since both fighters have agreed. Shurry, do it." Hathor smiled.
The arena filled with many platforms all at various angles, each built in a way to make it utterly impossible for the citizens to get hurt. And then the light dimmed just enough the audience could see through the makeshift barrier.
Freya almost stumbled in shock at the sight. She'd gone and made herself horny at the mere sight of such a mortal made miracle.
The announcer was in awe. ""OH WOW! ORIGIN WOLF COMES IN WITH THE BARRIER OF A LIFE TIME! COVERING THE WHOLE ARENA IN A BRILLIANT GLOW! HE PROTECTS THE CITIZENS!!!""
"HEY! This can handle anything you and Big Sister could ever throw at it, so go crazy!" Shurry shouted.
Bokhoir rose, with a smirk on his face, a very serious one. "Alright then, Ottar, lift yer swords, and fight."
"I'll break this barrier, and the Bulwark. I am King."
"AHAHAHA! If you're really King, come and prove it, pig man."
Ottar and Bokhoir's battle continued, a wild boar's charge, against the powerful walls upon which it slammed.
The swinging of swords met with the brutal overpowering nature of the mighty warhammer. There was nothing but the sound of battle shouts, and clashes of weapon on weapon. Until… Ottar's left sword went flying out of his hand, followed by a pole smacking his gut.
Ottar realized that he was actually beneath Bokhoir in raw combat. And so, he focused, and chanted his magic. A powerful magical glow formed around his sword.
"Ah, now that's a little bit better, it still looks quite shabby though. But if you're bringing it out, then I'll do the same." Bokhoir smirked. "Though mine is a bit different."
Bokhoir charged up his own version of this skill, Afterglow. At this point, he can be called a master of it.
"Hildis Vini!"
Ottar brought his blade down with a mighty swing, launching a ranged slice attack with an amped power beyond that of himself. The slice raged toward Bokhoir, he stood firm, and with a smirk… Batted the attack to the side, sending it hurtling in a completely different direction.
Bokhoir immediately followed up, and using the mastery of afterglow he had, created a large hammer, raising it up, over his head, and brought it down with a great deal of his strength.
Ottar, still a little tired from using his magic, couldn't run out of the way, so he raised his sword to block the incoming pound. Upon impact, an impact crater formed, about half a meter deep. His facial expression turned to one of struggle, and so, he used his beastification skill. Which allowed him to push up against the falling hammer of light just enough he was able to run out from underneath.
The fight became a beast form Ottar vs Bokhoir. However, despite the advantage that beastification gives, it wasn't enough to instantly beat Bokhoir. In fact Bokhoir actually yawned a couple times during the attempted exchange of blows. Once the beastification ran out, Bokhoir sighed…
"You really did forget the most crucial part of being a powerful adventurer, and leveled up as soon as you could, didn't you?"
"That is the practice we all do."
"Pathetic. You're nothing more than a false king. Get up and fight."
"I have nothing left, you-"
Bokhoir punched Ottar in the face, so hard it sent him flying.
"GET UP NOW!"
"But the fight's-" He was sent flying again.
"YOU CALL YOURSELF KING! THEN GET OFF YOUR ASS! DON'T GIVE ME ANOTHER REASON TO DESPISE YOU PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR LEVEL 6!"
"What?"
"Fine, you can't get up… I guess you have no love for your goddess. Or love at all. You're lower than the monsters… NO WONDER WHY EVILUS RUNS ROUGH SHOT OVER YOU! YOU APATHETIC PIECE OF SHIT!" Bokhoir continued to punch Ottar, relentlessly.
Until finally, Ottar decided to punch back, weakly but he did it.
"About fucking time. You loser. You're so weak. I think some of our new level 5s would have been able to defeat you. With a great deal of difficulty, but even so, damn, you didn't even know how weak you were." He said finally turning around to leave Ottar there, laying in a truly beaten state.
Ottar struggled to his feet, and then spoke. "How did you get that strong?"
"I put in the actual work, hard, grueling work. You seem to have just taken it easy."
"I see…"
""OH WOW! THAT'S THE MATCH FOLKS! WHAT A FIGHT! HATHOR FAMILIA'S BULWARK IS VICTORIOUS! BUT OTTAR< IN A TESTAMENT TO HIS DETERMINATION ROSE TO HIS FEET ONCE MORE! TRULY A STUNNING BOUT!""
The crowd, stunned, finally continued cheering after the announcer's words. It was a good experience for everyone, all around.