Tianqi tossed the scrolls into the air, they landed open in the snow around him, and after a large amount of smoke puffed out from each one, he was surrounded by every weapon imaginable. There were his swords, a halberd, a spear, trident, wind and fire wheels, javelins, club, double-bladed axe, kunai and shuriken, assorted throwing knives of great variety, and a whip.

Pula's expression didn't change in the slightest, and the skunk merely loosened the knives on his person, and checked his stink capsules.

"Let battle begin!"

Tianqi began by picking up the wind and fire wheels and charging forwards. Pula countered by hoping to the side of his charge, thereby avoiding an otherwise deadly blow. He launched a single knife at the horse, who blocked it by crossing the wheels in front of his face. This left his stomach open for Pula's subsequent kick. Tainqi slid backwards, deflecting the next throwing knife with his wind and fire wheel. The horse then flung both bladed circles at his opponent. They spun through the air like two deadly disks, which Pula only just avoided. The horse came back again, this time wielding only a spear, which he jabbed at his opponent's stomach. Pula twisted out of the way just in time, the spear-tip buried itself into the wooden barrier, and while Tianqi paused momentarily to tug it out, Pula hopped onto the wood and shot a knife straight at his head, which the horse only just managed to catch. Pula raced down the spear's shaft, displaying impressive balance, before landing a kick to his opponent's nose that jabbed the equine's head backwards. Pula then slammed both palms into the horse's chest, shoving him backwards into the snow.

The skunk looked the very image of a Kung Fu Master, balanced as he was on the shaft of the spear. Or at least until the shaft snapped and Pula fell forwards into the snow.

Tianqi rolled backwards, climbing to his feet he chose the club next, and tore forwards, hopping into the air he brought his weapon up, ready to bring it down on his opponent and advance further. Luckily, Pula rolled out of the way, the club hit the snow harmlessly.


Yue exhaled.

"Awwwww, were you scared for your foul-smelling skunk?" Mocked Alpha.

The punch he subsequently received shut him up rather effectively.


Tianqi only just dodged the knife that whistled past his ear, before bringing the club down again with a mighty yell. Pula then scrambled up the massive club and delivered a precise roundhouse kick across the skunk's muzzle. He followed up with two more throwing knives, which Tianqi deflected with a blast of air. The horse rolled to his feet and faced the skunk once more. Their eyes narrowed simultaneously. Tianqi dove into a roll and picked up his dao blades, spinning them expertly round his body.


"He's... really good." Lee commented. He had chased revenge so much, yet had never bothered to consolidate his skills...maybe if he had Duyao wouldn't be alive.

Han looked up and saw Tianqi. The horse had been nice to him...surely that was all an act as well. He went back to staring depressingly at his feet.

"Han...do you want to talk about it?" Lee asked gently.

"I'm fine." The wolverine said through gritted teeth, his voice noticeably deeper. Han shook his head. "Sorry...Baba Yaga..." He mumbled. He then got up and walked out of the arena.

Lee went back to watching the match. He saw Tianqi advancing on the skunk, deflecting the knives shot at him with the skill of a Kung Fu Master, but decided that Han was more important and hopped off his seat to chase after the wolverine.


Pula dodged rapidly as Tianqi manipulated the air into powerful slashes that tore gashes through the snow, but could not pin the skunk.

"You are holding your breath!" Ai pointed out, making Yue exhale rapidly.

"I am not. This?! This is meditation."

She convinced noone.


Pula sent three knives at the horse, then went for his stink bombs.

Tianqi's eyes widened as the capsule flew through the air towards him. He pounced out of the way of it's impact, but was unable to exit the cloud of noxious green gas that surrounded the area. The horse exploded into a fit of coughing. Gods it stunk!

Pula, being immune to the stench, tore forwards to take advantage of his opponent's condition. The skunk landed a kick to Tianqi's chest, and brought his other in to slam into the equine's chin. Tianqi swung wildly, and although his fist did not connect, the air gave Pula the equivalent of a bitch slap. The skunk responded with a headbutt, before sweeping the horse's legs out from under him.

The green cloud deteriorated gradually, revealing Pula standing over his opponent, a knife at his throat.

"I think we've seen enough to call Pula the winner of this one. Sorry Tianqi, bad match up."

"Yeah, we should probably end it now anyways. The third match is a little early to get all windy, if you know what I mean."

"That is the worst pun I have ever heard."

Pula hopped off the horse, and resumed his look of boredom. Tianqi let out a small growl of frustration. He should have anticipated a stink bomb of some kind! But he wasn't the kind to believe in stereotypes. Still, he wasn't out for the count yet. Though he might need to replace the spear...

"I'll give you an eight skunky-man!"

"You demonstrated pin-point accuracy with your throwing knives-"Army should reall

"Turning a fart into a weapon is somehow so right."

"I like how it doubled as a smoke-bomb, very effective usage of it as well."

"The Imperial Army should really be doing more work on this!"

"I swear you have a fart fetish!"

"Hey, I'm not the one who weaponized it!"

"You should be a skunk I swear! Change your species!"

"Just because I fart doesn't make me a skunk! Everyone farts!"

Pula blinked. Getting compliments for using a stink bomb was something new...

A skunk... No way was a skunk going to win her tournament! "Two points." Mrs Tamod gave no further commentary.

Master Flying Rhino pointed at the judges (who were now in the middle of a slapping match they probably thought looked as epic as the battles they commented on). "They summarized basically everything about you. But in light of some," he gave a loud fake cough which sounded a lot like 'discrimination' "I'll give you ten points."


Qian giggle in glee. "I'm still in the lead."

Jian rolled his eye.


"That, ladies and gents puts Pula the Pungent in second place with twenty points in total."

"He got more than me too!" Cat complained.

"The commentators are immature." Misty explained with a nonchalant shrug. "I'm sure you'll go through." She added to comfort him.

Cat shrugged. "It's just a tournament. Nothing worth getting worked up about anyways."

"Neeeeeeeext up Cat vs Yue!"

Cat jumped into the air. "YES! YES! YES! YES! NOW I GET TO SHOW ALL OF YOU HOW MUCH ASS I CAN KICK!"

Misty rolled here eyes. Typical Cat...

"I don't think so." Said Yue. "Your opponent is me."


Footnote: You know for some reason this chapter took forever to write XD I don't even know what to say here in the Footnote. The next fight will be a doozy. For those interested I don't know the definition of doozy but I've heard it used in similar sentences, so I just used it there because I can :)