In the audience, Garfunkel nudges Simon to get his attention.
"Eh? What's up, big guy?" Simon glances over at Garfunkel, whose facial expression hasn't budged one bit. Garfunkel simply points at the Grand Arena as the next two competitors are raised, and Simon nods. "Ah, I see. Yeah. Let's see how he does, I guess. Don't get me wrong, I'm rooting for him, but after seeing everything you've done with I Am A Rock, I doubt I'll be that impressed. Heh. 'Sides, he doesn't have my Mrs. Robinson to support him, either."
Garfunkel lets out a disapproving grunt, and Simon shrugs, but doesn't say anything further on the matter. Ciqufrinz speaks up yet again.
"We're nearing the end of our first bracket, folks! Only six more matchups before we move on to bracket two! Isn't that exciting? Anyways, in this 'Enchanted' round, which is what we named it, we have Garf going up against Frostwalker! Both of these competitors have been keeping their abilities on the down low, so we should be in for a very interesting fight!"
Once Ciqufrinz finishes the announcement and the crowd quiets down, Attota blows the horn, and Garf steps off of his pedestal, raising his armored fists in front of him. The phrase 'The Boxer' is printed on each gauntlet. Frostwalker glances up at Garf, and closes the book in its hand, standing upright and looming over Garf, before taking a few steps towards him.
"That's a rather cute outfit, young one. Do you think it will help you i-" Frostwalker is cut off as Garf leaps up and punches Frostwalker in the gut, sending the golem stumbling backwards. Garf gracefully lands on the ground, his movements surprisingly nimble despite the armor that he's wearing.
"Hmph. A fighter, not a talker. I see." Frostwalker mutters, before enveloping itself in a shimmering energy. It opens its arms wide, as though beckoning for Garf to take another swing. Garf happily obliges, but when his glove collides with the golem's body, a large spike shoots out, stabbing through Garf's armor and piercing his hand, before retracting back into Frostwalker's body, sending Garf tumbling to the ground. Frostwalker gives a faint smile and shakes its head.
"How disappointing. If you can't even get past THAT, then you're hopeless." Frostwalker kneels down to Garf's level, and brings down a stony hand towards Garf. Garf makes no effort to avoid the attack, and the hand smacks him halfway across the battlefield, earning a sympathetic "ouch" from many audience members. Garf lays sprawled on the sandy ground while Frostwalker lumbers towards him. Garf manages to drag himself out of the way before Frostwalker can strike him again, but he isn't exactly moving very fast, and the golem's size makes it very capable of gaining on Garf without much effort at all. Suddenly, Garf rolls onto his back, just as Frostwalker is leaning down to strike him, and he raises the undamaged glove of his armor towards Frostwalker. Frostwalker pauses for a moment, but prepares to strike Garf again anyways. Before he can attack, though, the glove suddenly launches off of Garf's armor, and it opens up into a full hand, before gripping around Frostwalker's face. Frostwalker stumbles backwards again and attempts to pry the glove off of his face, but it holds tight, and begins to glow with energy. Garf gets to his feet and runs away, taking cover towards the edge of the battlefield as the glove explodes on Frostwalker's face. Garf catches his breath, but his relief doesn't last for long.
"Ah, nice try. A for effort. Unfortunately, explosions don't really hurt me. Would've worked on just about anyone else." Frostwalker sighs, stomping towards Garf once again. Garf finds himself with nowhere to escape to, due to being up against the wall of the Grand Arena, and watches as Frostwalker gets closer and closer. However, over Frostwalker's shoulder, Garf notices something, and watches as Garfunkel stares back at him from the crowd. Garfunkel doesn't say anything, or even make any kind of gesture or expression, he simply stares at Garf, and Garf's eyes light up with realization.
"You're a rock! That's what you are!" Garf says, as though this is a tide-turning statement. Frostwalker pauses.
"What? I'm far more than a simple rock. I'm a golem crafted from-"
"No, you're a rock! And now..." Garf reaches over with his remaining glove, and grabs hold of Frostwalker's leg, before hoisting him into the air, much to Frostwalker's surprise. "You're an island!"
"What?! How could you possibly lift me up?!" Frostwalker attempts to move, but finds himself to be firmly locked in place above the ground. Garf spins Frostwalker around with just one hand, and then slams the golem into the ground with enough force to shatter it into pieces, causing a mist of magical runes to appear in the air before fading away. Garf waves at his brother, before being transported to the victors' area.
"I must say, I'm intrigued. What drove you to victory there?" Celebra asks, once Garf arrives.
"Huh? Oh, I just remembered how strong this armor is. That's all, really." Garf laughs, giving a shrug.
"I see…" Celebra sighs, seemingly somewhat disappointed by the answer, but he doesn't press any further. "Only five more rounds until we enter the ring once more. Only half of us will survive after that. Isn't that a nice thought?"
Celebra chuckles, before resuming his quiet observation of the Grand Arena and awaiting the start of the next fight.