"Tear his head off!" one half-blood yelled from the stands. "Rip him limb from limb!" yelled another. But amongst the crowds of demi-gods, demi-titans, and monsters, there was one man who stood out.
He appered to be 30, very muscular build, with grey hair. He had only black clothes: black short sleve undershirt, black leather jacket, black loose pants held on only by a black belt with a skull buckle, and last of all, black boots you would usually wear in winter weather.
He was starring intently at the combatants below. The two fighters had multiple cuts and bruises over various parts of their bodies. One fighter was somewhere around 15 to 16 years of age. He was around 6 feet tall and had semi-muscular build, he had on a ripped, red jacket coated in his and his opponents blood. He wore red fingerless gloves, and had black jeans with red shoes. It was obvious that his left eye had been stabbed as it was tightly closed and leaked blood and a sickening white liquid.
The other fighter was about 5 feet and 6 inches. He seemed about 14 years old, and of average build. He, like the strange man in the crowds, wore all black and was even dressed in the same clothes. The only diffrence was that he had ... blue hair? This fighter also had less cuts and bruises than his opponent. He and his opponent stared at each other with nothing but hate. His opponent was equiped with a 4 foot double edged blade. Yet the smaller, blue haired opponent had no weapon other than his fists. The taller fighter approched with the speed of a cheetah. Yet the smaller fighter dogged with even greater, unatural speed. his opponent slashed with a horizantel strike aimed for his opponents neck.
The blue haired one ducked down and delivered a devestating right punch to his opponents midsection. His opponent doubled over in pain, coughed up a furious river of blood, and tried to back away. The blue haired one raised his hands, showboating and feeding on the applause of the massive crowd. But the strange, black clad figure rose with a look of anger and yelled "Just finish this already!" to the blue haired one. The fighter instanly stopped his showboating and returned his attention to his opponent. the taller teen leveled the tip of his swoard to his opponents chest. The blue haired fighter simpely raised his hands and put them behind his head and closed his eyes. But these few gestures angered his opponent enough to prompt him to rush in.
The taller teen yelled "RAAAAAAAAAA!" to his opponent as he went for the kill. The smaller teen allowed a small grin to spread accross his mouth before suddenly oppening his eyes before slamming his hands down on the titanium surface they fought on. The mere force behind his attack sent a shock wave through the ground that sent both his opponent and huge chunks of titanium flying through the air, but not only did the pure force of the attack nearly kill his opponent, a hurricane of debries, lightning, and hail sprouted from where his hands touched.
The crowed went completly silent, never before had they seen such power from a half-blood. The only sound that came 4 seconds after the massive storm related attack was the sound of the taller boys charred, hail pierced corpse falling onto the ruined stadium floor. Everybody avoided the blue haired boy as he walked out of the stadium. He went through various halls before coming out of the halls into a cave entrance where the black clad figure was impatinatly tapping his foot. As the teen walked up to his mentor/master expecting praise, he was instead introduced to a strike so powerful it created a 20 foot wide crator.
He was picked up by the collar of his shirt and brought to his mentor/master's face. "What, exactly was I looking at in that fight, you should have finished that nobody son of ares before you got 10 seconds into the fight, but no, your arrogance always comes out on top of your better judgement. And of course because of that arrogance my plans to assassinate the stadium leader where RUINED!" Unknown to the 2, a tall figure had silently approched them with 10 Laistrygonian giants. "Heh heh, so that's why you of all people came to and destroyed by the way, my beatiful stadium." The tall figure said. The black clad man looked his blue haired student in the eyes and said, "You know Marcus, I forgive you." With that he dropped his student and looked at Tyron, the stadium leader. Tyron mearly laughed and with a gesture commanded his small army of Laistrygonians to attack. The black clad one flexed his muscles and brushed some grey hair out of his eyes before charging forward.
'Drum roll please' It is time for the return of the one, the only, RiftRazor... (crikets chirping) no but really it feels good to be back, and please review my new story.