(Previous - Gauge defeated Aeropiercer and moved onto the finals. The next battle will decide his final opponent.)
Aero piercer was escorted to his private chamber to recover. Gauge as he gets off the stage looks at Var preparing for his battle. He walked closed to him,
"You better not lose..."
Var smiles and calmly replies,
"Wait for me at the finals. I will personally kick your ass myself."
Then he walks onto the arena. Gauge sat around the corner. The arena slowly regenerated from the previous battle.
(LADIES AND GENTLEMEN. WE ARE HERE AT THE 2ND BATTLE OF SEMI-FINALS. OUR CHAMPION KNOWN TO BE IMMUNE TO ANY TYPE OF DAMAGE. HIS GOLDEN ARMOUR DOES NOT YIELD. OUR CONTENDER; BLOODY FANG CAN REGENERATE AT A PHENOMENAL SPEED. A BATTLE OF SPEEDSTERS WAS JUST OVER; NOW WE MOVE ON TO A BATTLE OF THE UNDYING.)
(THE BATTLE BEGINS IN 3....2.....1.... FIGHT!!)
Var gouges his own chest. Draws blood and conjures his hammer. He jumped at him. Swung across his face-----------nothing. The champion did not even budge. The hammer shattered and reverted to fluid.
He immediately called out,
"Reaper's Scythe."
went for his neck. The Champion grabbed the scythe and crushed it. He held Var by his throat. He ragdolled him on the ground mercilessly.
(SO FAR THE BATTLE HAS BEEN ONE-SIDED FOLKS. THE CHAMPION IS MOPPING THE FLOOR WITH BLOODY FANGS.)
Var quickly used the splattered blood and created a series of arrows. He tries to launch them but they fly off in random direction. it's been so long since i fought a 1v1. My moves are still rusty he thought to himself.
He caught one of the arrows and stabbed the champions eye. A silent struggle of pain which was disturbing to watch. The champion had no personality. Did not utter a single word. He released Var. Var jumps back to a distance and thought, Something is off with this guy. I can just feel it.
The champion retrieved his giant axe. The axe once powered up boiled with hot gold.
(THERE IT IS PEOPLE. THE EXECUTIONER'S AXE. WHAT GOOD ARE HEALING POWERS IF YOU ARE VAPOURISED.)
He delivered a powerful overhead smash. Var barely managed to evade yet he was scratched. *crick*The axe split the entire stage. The crack spread to the audience splitting the section into two. The entire colosseum cracked open.
Var noticed the scratch did not heal. Before he could catch his breath, the champion swung relentless. Var manages to dodge. left step - right step - back step -------- He jumped off the axe. Conjured a last minute short dagger. Stabbed the other eye.
(WOWW ------ THE CHAMPION HAS BEEN BLINDED COMPLETELY. IS THE BATTLE OVER ALREADY?)
The champion grabbed Var and threw him away. Var landed perfectly and slid back a little.
"You're finished big guy. Just give it up..."
Suddenly the Champion looked exactly where Var stood. He walked towards him. Var wonders he must be tracking my voice. he quietly vaulted over him, created a blood slide. Landed smoothly.
The Champion stopped. He turned around. A rush attack *swing*. Var leans back. Another swing to his legs. His balance was off. He couldn't manage to jump off. His legs were cut off------------*silence*
(AMAZING! IT SEEMS THAT THE CHAMPION CAN STILL SENSE HIS ENVIRONMENT. VAR'S LEGS ARE CUT-OFF. HIS HEALING POWERS WILL NOT HELP HIM THIS TIME.)
Instantly everyone noticed Var slit his own throat off. The blood splattered cooled the boiling gold. His legs regenerated.
(ASTOUNDING STRATEGY. VAR IS STILL IN THE BATTLE. BUT CAN HE DEFEAT THE CHAMPION IN THIS STATE.)
Var once again jumped to gain distance. He was confused damn it, how can he still see? Among the audience Xerxes was observing the fight. He figured out what was happening. He decided to do something about it.
Var was desperate. He could only counter attacks and couldn't land one. The battle seemed endless. To everyone's shock, Var summoned his scythe and cut himself in half.
(INTERESTING. VAR HAS CLEAVED HIMSELF. WHAT PLANS DOES HE HAVE IN MIND.)
Using the vast amount of blood he conjured two enormous fists. He started punching the champion rapidly. The champion's armor plates fell of one by one *clank* clank*. But the punches did not stop. Every punch shook the entire Colosseum. The Champion was pushed back. Yet he stood against the aggressive punches. He took one step at a time, closing in on Var. The audience were at the edge of their seats.
The last battle taught them to not underestimate anyone. Var grew anemic. The loss of blood was too much. He struggled to regenerate his upper half. The champion was stripped of his invulnerable armour. But Var's attacks slowed down gradually to nothing. The blood reserve in his body reached it's limit. Too weak to even control the already flowing blood.
The champion reached him only his helmet intact. Var was on his knees immobilized. The champion was about to deliver the final blow. A powerful swing aimed at his neck------------ He missed.
(-----------WHAT HAPPENED? HOW DID HE MISS SUCH AN EASY SHOT.)
Var looked up at him. The champion was blinded suddenly searching for him. He used this opportunity to to recover. He drank from his own blood puddle. With the little energy he restored he drained all the blood back into his body. he then gained some distance again. The champion was still blindly swinging.
Meanwhile Xerxes teleported directly in front of the Private chamber of the champions. His enormous stature blocking Aeropiercer's view. Blocking his view somehow blinded the champion. Aero cursed,
"Damn it. Who are you supposed to be? move out of the way..."
Xerxes responded only with a smirk annoying Aero.
Once Var retrieved all of his blood, He chanted,
"Bl.....Blood O..Ori..gami : Velvet Wings."
He used a short whip to strangle the champion. He lifted him up above the stage.
(WHAT'S WITH ALL THE SKY BATTLE RECENTLY?)
Var violently body slammed him into the ground *dhummm* knocking him out in an instant. Var was flying magnificently with red wings. The large colourful planet of Scaelith behind him. The Audience went crazy shouting,
"All hail Bloody fangs lord of the sky."
Var from the air spread his arms signifying his victory. Gauge looked at him and smiled proudly.
(BOTH THE BATTLES ARE OVER. FOR THE FIRST TIME IN HISTORY OF RAFTER TOURNAMENTS- TWO CONTENDERS HAVE MADE IT AS FINALISTS. WHO WILL WIN THE FINALS AND TAKE HOME 10,000 BATTLE UNITS? THE FLAME PRODIGY OR BLOODY FANGS? WATCH THE FINALS AND FIND OUT.)
Next Chapter - Battle of Comrades