In the middle of a plain desert is a ring. A crowd is close to the wooden fences. All roaring for one fighter. Drinks spill across the dry sand. The crowd shakes in excitement as they look up at the flying ref.
"Now fight." The ref raises his hand and grins as the two step into the circle. One is tall and muscular. The other is a young boy called Toko.
But in the crowd is a bandit, calmly drinking beer.
"Please. An experienced bandit like chief vs a kid? Its not even a fight. It's child abuse"
"He sips from his cracked cup".
"You sure he'll win. Our fighter?" a voice asks from the edge of the ring. The bandit jumps and almost spills his drink as he looks up at his friend. Or former friend. The bandit looks back to the fight.
"What's his deal? I didn't even hear a step and he appears out of nowhere. But wasn't was supposed to be robbing that store weren't he. So why is he here. Or is this a fake." he thinks, sweat dripping from his face to his drink.
The bandit narrows his eyes at the imposter and glances back at the ring. He breaths.
"I haven't heard any bets here have I. So let's make one." He glares at the smirking impostor.
"My axe if the kid wins. Your sword if he loses. Deal?" He waits. A cold chuckle comes from the impostor.
"You know where I come from a bet isn't a petty weapon you know" the man says, turning right to the bandit.
"Its when a life is taken".
The impostor vanishes behind the bandit a hand clamps onto his neck.
They reappear in a dark, filthy alley.
"Now scream!"
The impostor rests his hand on the bandit's shoulder.
The bandit gasps. His eyes fade, losing colour as mana surges out of his body. "Help." he croaks, his weak hand rising. The impostor only laughs mockingly.
"Help. Help. What a wimp" The impostor says, pulling his hand away. The bandit falls.
The man smirks, stepping on the man's head blood exploding across the stones. He laughs as he pulls his hand out,a blue aura forming around him, as a blacksuit reappears on his body. And a hat.
"I guess crying is better than screaming" the man laughs deviously as he disappears.
Back in the ring Toko looks up. He stands still, sighing as the tall man approaches. "They all think I'm gonna lose. Obvious but sad." Toko scans the roaring crowd. His hand slides into his pocket. "Too bad. Grandad needs that money." Toko thinks, glaring at his foe like a predator.
The bandits gasp.
"Well come on. After all I'm just a kid right so why can't you kill me" Silence swallows the ring. The tall man freezes at Toko's smirk.
He grinds his teeth shaking his head in disbelief. "Oh I'll kill you alright. Infact I'll destroy your entire body" the man growld, blue mana coiling around his body.
But Toko doesn't flinch.
A slight grin crawls across his face. "I understand how you're their top one. But..
"Toko points a finger. "But the truth is you're nothing but an amateur. And a weak one at that".
Toko chuckles slipping his hand back into his pocket.
He glances at the gasping crow smirking as he hears a few glass drops.
"Crowd had energy. But now it's just like an empty room." Toko thinks.
"But I guess not everyone is so chill huh." Toko muses, lookking at his shaking opponent. "Scared?" Toko says.
The tall bandit clenches his fist, his eyes locked to the ground. "Scared? No I'm just." His voice trembles. Mana surges around him. "FURIOUS."