Alex slowly walked towards the middle of the arena, checking the edge of his broadsword. Once he was done, he detached the helm from the tattoo on his right shoulder and placed it on his head. On the other side of the arena, Mellon was walking towards him from the other side, loading bullets into a magazine before slapping it into his gun. Reaching the middle, Mellon holstered his gun before pulling off his necklace, the said object turning into a Pole-Axe. Both boys faced each other, gauging the other's abilities with their gaze.

"Fight!" Chiron shouted, startling the whole crowd, which had unconsciously fallen quiet.

Alex started walking around to the right as Mellon also started walking to his right. For a whole minute, both boys circled each other, until Alex charged. When Alex was within range, Mellon jabbed, but the other boy danced away from the blade. Whipping out a chain, Alex wrapped it around the Pole-Axes head, trying to jerk it out of Mellon's hand, but the said boy pulled out his gun and shot twice. Letting go of the chain, still wrapped around the Pole-Axe, he dodged to the right, flinging two throwing knives at Mellon while still in the air. Mellon threw his Pole-Axe in the air, flipping end over end, as he deflected both of them to his left. With one movement he holstered his gun and knife, before catching the Pole-Axe in his right hand. Alex was about 15 feet away, leaning on his huge broadsword.

"Not a bad weapon you got there, but there's something you forgot."

"Something you forgot too," Mellon said, whipping out his gun and pulling the trigger in Alex's direction.

Click. Click.

The gun was out of ammo, so Mellon dropped the mag and slapped a fresh one in.

Click. Click.

How could this one be empty too? Mellon asked himself. He was certain he had loaded each magazine before he came in.

Alex snapped from where he was standing, causing Mellon to look up and look at him.

Alex reached into a pack he had on his back, pulling out a bunch of rubber bullets.

Mellon gasped with disbelief, Alex laughing at the expression he had made.

"The shadows and the darkness are mines to control," Alex said slowly, letting the rubber ammo fall through his fingers and onto the sandy arena ground.

"That includes the shadows your magazine casts on your bullets"

Mellon nodded, understanding what he had meant.

Setting his right foot in front of his left, he got in a defensive stance, the spearhead aimed towards Alex. Alex jerked his broadsword out of the ground, aiming the tip towards Mellon, and started running, picking up speed as he charged. Mellon smiled, knowing that he had the superior ranged weapon. Right as Alex was about to hit the Pole-Axe, he reached out his hand and gripped the spearhead, cutting deep into his hand, as he flung it to his left. Suprised, Mellon let go, sliding out his knife and barely deflecting the huge sword to his left. However, as Alex slid past Mellon, he pulled out his own dagger and caused a thin cut across his forearm. Grunting, Mellon rolled away, coming to a stop by his Pole-Axe and trying to lift it up, but was unable to grasp it.

"The one with the most Pole-Axes wins, right?" Alex said, tossing the weapon up in the air.

Mellon looked down, seeing that what he was trying to grab was just a shadow that Alex had made to confuse him.

"You forgot something else," Mellon said, smirking.

"It's a magical Pole-Axe."

Saying that, the weapon turned back into a necklace before appearing on his neck, Mellon flipped his dagger around in his hand, pointing the tip towards himself, and started running at Alex. Alex, grinning, couldn't resist the challenge and stabbed his own sword in the ground before pulling out his Macedonian dagger and pointing it towards Mellon, who was almost to him. Alex jabbed forward, hoping to stab Mellon in the arm, but the nimble boy dodged, slashing his own blade upwards, barely missing Alex's wrist as he yanked his arm backward. Mellon lashed out with a kick, aiming at the back of his knees, but Alex avoided it by doing a double backflip.

"Just end him already!" A voice shouted from the stands, followed by cheering.

Both boys squinted at each other, warily circling before Alex ran forward, preparing to take Mellon down. Mellon started thinking. I have superior speed. And he's wounded. So jab at his bad hand, doge the counter, and sneak up behind him.

Alex showed no signs of slowing, so Mellon decided to go with his plan. As soon as Alex was within reach, Mellon jabbed at his bad hand. As soon as the blade hit his hand, Alex shoved it forward, capturing the blade in his hand. Startled, Mellon tried to step back, but Alex had used his own knife to stick Mellon's knife hand had to his own hand. Mellon, surprised by the sudden, brutal tactic, was unprepared for when Alex whipped his chain around his neck, holding one end and whipping the other end so that the open chink would find the edge of the knife blade. In less than a second, Alex had the chain around Mellon's neck, flipping him to a position where both of their back's were touching, and Alex leaned forward, lifting Mellon off the ground. Unable to breathe or resist, Mellon slowly slipped into unconsciousness, his limbs falling down to his sides. Once he was sure he wasn't going to fight back, Alex let go of the chain, Mellon flopping down to the ground, still attached to Alex through his knife. Grunting, Alex pulled both knives out of his hand, setting his in his sheath and Mellons next to his prone body. Alex then limped over to his sword, pulled it out of the ground using his good hand, his right hand, and stuck it straight up in the air.

Cheering followed, and a crew of Apollo kids came out to take Mellon away.

"The winner is… Alexander Kukucka!" Chiron shouted, provoking even more cheering.

Alex slowly limped away from the arena, a short blond girl in a ponytail helping him on his way.

"Next match!" Chiron said, once again waiting until the final sounds died away.

"Michael Lodato and Bianca Jackson!"

Alex stopped dead in his tracks after hearing the first name.

Damnit, He thought. I'll miss the cute boy's match.

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This battle almost took three whole pages on my document, but it still feels too short.

Mellon isn't weak, but kinda lazy, so he doesn't have the field experience of others, such as Alex, as shown here. He knows what to do, just not how to do it.

I just saw my first Kiss concert in person yesterday, (the 11th), which is sadly their last tour ever. No band will ever come close to the amazing show they put on. I'll miss them when they're gone.

Anyway, each chapter will be a fight, with little to no dialog. some will be quick, most of them long(ish), and I'll try updating in the mornings, but if it's not out by 10:00 am EST, it'll be out by 9:30 pm EST at the latest.

See ya Friday,

DragonsHero2

P.S. Your comments make my day.