Fusions II Shadows of the Deceased By Jessie T. Banner

Chapter Two The Tournament

Fists flared, along with a teen's temper to all who apposed him. Sweat and blood mixed as it rolled down his forehead. Beside a lightly bleeding eyebrow that had took a strong beating, whilst a cut lashed from his forward hairline to the center of his forehead. Almost nothing normal could withstand such a devour strike. But, fortunately, this wasn't what most would call a normal human.

In this tournament, the teen fought very bravely. He took allot of the blows, allowing the other guy to strike and hit a target every once in a while. A flying roundhouse was sent, and nimbly dodged by the teen, only to have to block the other leg, sprawling out at him as if there was nothing to care for. The teen grabbed the person's ankle and started to swing it around, but was to no avail when the owner of the ankle sent a arm sweep with his free leg towards the teen's vulnerable head, hitting him in the jaw square.

The person, who gave the tremendous blow, would have easily killed anyone, tearing his or her head from the soft body, and sending it paroling through the air as if it were a soccer ball or football, luckily, he hit incorrectly. The teen went downwards, but caught himself short, and landed on his palms up, only to have to roll to the side in mid air to stop from being slammed down by a heel smash. The teen lashed out with a mind blowing ankle sweep, and made contact before the person had a notion as to what had just happened.

Not only did the sweep meet its target, but also so did the fist send down by the other person, landing right atop the teen's skull hard, knocking him down. Both heads could be heard impacting the grassy ground. Spectators from all around the arena awed at this move, as both brought their legs up to their stomachs, and kicked upward and landing on they're feet.

The teen brought a power to him, as his body flashed bright gold, then changed into a light yellow. The teen yelled in rage, as his blood stopped coming out of his wounds, while fire like whips of smoke burst from all around him, covering his body. The muscles on his body tensed. Is hair raised and rippled as if wind was upon him and him only. His hair and eyebrows changed to a golden blonde, while his baby blue eyes turned sapphire green. The only thing his opponent could do, was to watch and wait. He rushed out, punching the person in the gut several times, as his body moved inward with the slams, to meet an uppercut to the face, sending his mid body outwards, to meet a lunging kick, making him go sprawling backwards. Before he could react, a fist slammed right into his nose, almost breaking it. Then sent a flying kick into the person's head, knocking him clear over. The enemy was about to rear back and punch him, but the teen's fist hit straight home with yet another bone buster.

The opponent attempted to send a counter sidekick to the stomach. It was caught in the arms of the teen, which swung him up, retracting him like a bullwhip, and cracked him down to the ground. He slammed him deep into the ground, busting rocks and soil upon contact.

The teen smiled, as he glared with a satisfied look into the hole. A man with a black and white striped uniform rushed to the scene, and started to count. He started at one, and made up to seven, when a bright light came from the dark hole. The referee ran away from the area, and grappled back to his seat back, to watch what was to happen next.

The teen smiled even more as the light gradually grew brighter, then turned dark red, like the color of magma. The teen watched, still appearing with the same smile from earlier. The large energy mass had been basted up right to him at a warp speed. Everyone in the Cathedral stared as his or her jaws dropped, not knowing what was happening. The teen reared his elbow back, and slammed home, ramming it into the energy mass with even more energy formed on his elbow, which shot it back into the hole, and struck the previous owner down, and out. The referee ran back up, and started count. He reached a ten count, and yelled to the crowd, as they cheered, that the victor was the teen.

The teen smiled even more, then calmed, as his hair and body returned to normal, while the crowd thought it was all a show. He looked to the scoreboard, and started to jump with a happy laughing face, not being as serious knowing the fact that he had won and was advancing to the finals. Over the intercom, the host announced in a deep rangy voice "Amazing folks, this has to be the best damned show of the century in this years World Martial Arts tournament. This young teen, the youngest recorded in history in our tournament, has reached the finals. Lets give it up for... 16 Year Old Jessie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" He screamed into the intercom, as the crowd cheered, yelling with him.