The kirby sighed out all the extra energy from the match, however the pain was beginning to sink it and he winced.
"Sir! Sir! Do you need assistance?" Waddle-dees who dressed in white garments and red-cross hats came running with a stretcher and a trolley.
The kirby soon found out the question need require an answer as they were all over him; patching bruises, plastering small cuts and easing in ointment joins that ached. While the handling was a little on the rough side, the effects were almost immediate and the soothing was enough to put him to sleep. Before he knew it, he had nodded off and Knuckle Joe and his father woke him up.
"Hey, kid! You can't sleep now," Joe father nudged the kirby.
Joe, despite his weary state, managed to jump up and down with excitement, "Wow! You were really cool! I liked how you flipped and dodged that thing she did, and then you spun through attack and then you -"
"Calm down, Joe! Now, you haven't got much time to rest. Fifteen minutes tops, I say. You're doing good, kid. Keep it up." Joe's father patted the kirby on the head.
The kirby nodded, and together he headed with the father and son around the grounds which were surprisingly green for a machine arena that floated above the town. All over the place there were screens of the current match, although they never were stationary enough for the kirby to watch who were fighting and what was happening.
Eventually his name was called again and the kirby split ways with Knuckle Joe and his father. As he ran to the designated area he found he was back to tiptop shape as the medic had worked wonders, so he simple discarded them before making an appearance. This time the sudden unveiling wasn't so much of shock.
"In the green corner, we have Knight!"
The crown roared. Undeniably louder since his last match. Thankfully he wore the mask as he felt blushes rise in his cheeks.
"In the red corner, we have Edeva the Yellow!"
The crowds erupted into cheers; the kirby couldn't tell if it were louder than his or not.
The opponents faced one another and almost immediately the kirby was suspicious. His opponent was roughly his size, and wore tight yellow garments all over their body save a small slit to see; from the outline the kirby guessed it was a waddle-dee.
"Are both combatants ready?"
Knight nodded.
"I am, yes," she spoke.
"Begin!"
And truly it did. Without words the two clashed in a flurry of punches, kicks, somersaults, counters, head butts, feints, blocks; it seemed for a while they were evenly matched. Her style was mostly around kicks and spinning, the kirby picked up. However, her speed matched his exactly. How he was going to break her excellent balance of defence and offense skills was something he had not reached yet, despite this he continued hoping that one of her guards would drop. Unfortunately it was he that was the first to falter, and suffered a round house kick to the face; the mask may as well not of been there as the impact was immense.
The kirby was sent skidding across the dirt. In pain and out of breath, it was quite an effort to get back on his feet. He eyes back on his opponent, who was back into a stance; it was clear she disliked the fact he got up again.
"You're skilled," she spoke, obviously out of breath also, "but you lack focus. Come, let me show you what true focus is."
The kirby didn't both dusting himself off, he simply flexed him muscles to check if they weren't too damaged, "Come. I'll make you feel true focus."
Edeva didn't take kindly to that remark and the two clashed and interlocked themselves in a blur of blows, counters and blocks. It was taking them all over the arena, and sometimes on the walls and air.
The kirby gave Edeva a particularly hardly blow. Despite the block, she knocked far back giving the kirby some time. He felt the energy surge through him, just how he was taught, and he flung a fist at her.
"Vulcan Blow," The kirby fired the blast that was his largest yet. It was too large for Edeva to simply jump out the way, regardless she tried her hardest and knocked off her feet and tumbled in the dirt.
"Vulcan Blow… Your own spin of the traditional 'Vulcan Jab'?" She spoke as she got up, wiping the dust from her clothes.
"You were trained by -"
"No. To be trained by such a reckless tutor would've resulted in minimal success. I sought a much more refined teacher," she spoke without much emotion, despite being out of breath.
As much as he tried not to, the kirby took great offense, "Reckless? You have no idea…"
"I do. I have been studying, and watching. I have concluded that the success rate of students, or shall I say student in this case as his son was the only student at time, was roughly forty-six point three five percent chance of winning bouts that forced them to go to their limits." She spoke without blinking, without taking her eyes of the kirby.
The kirby felt confusion, wrath and a little bit of the breakfast he had that morning inside swirl inside. Without words he struck, angry fuelling his blows; unable to see the red that crept over his vision, the red that slowly clouded his thoughts.
With a firm kick Edeva sent the kirby skidding into the arena walls, but he managed to slow himself down so he didn't crash too hard. However, he quickly recovered and tried again, and once again fuelled by emotions to show that she was wrong.
Another kick sent him into the air this time, and he landed with a firm thud. He got up and tried again, however sense began to clear his mind and brighten his vision. He wasn't going to win like this.
He zoned out briefly, and with that the anger leaked out of him. His senses perked up with a clear mind, and a settled stomach. With that he sensed the blow she came with, and struck her in her gut where she left open after the kick. She was sent flying, but recovered mid-air and regained balance.
"How did yo- No…" She flinched with realisation.
The kirby simply blinked and got back into stance, "my tutor is reckless?" Not that he gave her a chance to answer as he dashed forward and poured blows from everywhere. For a while, she managed to block, but mostly dodge them. Until one struck her arm away, giving way to another blow to make contact, and then another and then another.
The kirby managed to string together a small, yet power combo that finished with a mighty uppercut. She was sent skywards at drastic speeds only to crash into the grounds. The crowd cheers fell to almost silence…
Edeva struggled to sit up, and failed to do so and fell unconscious.
"We have a winner, folks!" The commentator, who remained silent throughout that whole match the kirby realised, shouted over the microphone.