"Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the Second fight of Round One! In case you missed the first one, Yojimbo gained a stunning victory! Visit the sphere theatre if you want to buy a copy of the match. But now, onto the second match. We have Stree Kry'tal, versus Todd Miscail. Let's see if this match will be as good as the last one!"
Stree walked out into the gigantic arena, and watched the crowd erupt into applause. He strolled over to the center and awaited the arrival of Miscail. When the doors on the other side of the arena, even Stree was amazed at the sight of the hulking man that walked in. Standing over eight feet tall, he was easily the biggest man Stree had ever met. Stree analyzed every aspect of the human behemoth as he made his way to the center. His apparent weapons of choice were gloves with spikes set into the knuckles. He wore light looking clothes, so as to not hinder his speed or movement. He also had several scars running down his cheek. He finally reached the center, and stared down at Stree with a withering glare. Stree returned the look, not showing any fear whatsoever.
"Begin!" shouted the announcer.
Stree grabbed his sword and jumped backwards, just as Miscail swipe out at his chest. Stree swung his sword as hard as he could, but caught only air.
"Wow, fast, aren't you?" remarked Stree at the man.
Miscail smiled, then ducked off to the side, then let fly with a huge fist. Stree dodged the fist, and brought his sword down on the arm. But Miscail reversed, and swung the side of his arm right into Stree's chest. Stree let out a 'humph' as all of the air left his lungs and launched him flying through the air. He hit the ground and flipped himself backwards, back onto his feet. Miscail grinned and lunged forward and swiped at Stree. Glaring, Stree brought around his Graviton Hammer in a strike so hard it left a flame in the air, and nicked the massive man across the face, causing blood to fly across the ground. Miscail growled, and aimed a punch straight for Stree's stomach, but Stree dodged, allowing Miscail to push the spikes right through Stree's left hand, making two of the three metal spears snap right off his glove. Ignoring the wound completely, Stree jumped and twisted in the air in a frenzied attack that caused Miscail to slip backward and start tripping up. Suddenly, Stree stopped dead, and started talking to himself in a low voice. Miscail stared at him, then stepped back in disbelief as the Graviton Hammer started glowing. Miscail stepped backward, then jumped as Stree yelled and swung the sword with all of his strength. The big man stood there in shock as the sword passed through the front of his stomach, blood spilling everywhere. He dropped to the floor, then remembered that he carried several potions, and so used one on himself, then stood back up, a glare sweeping across his face. Growling, Miscail just barely registered the deathly quiet from the crowd as he launched himself through the air, trying to spear tackle Stree. Stree ducked and rolled onto his back as the big man flew over him. Stree braced himself, then kicked his legs straight up into the man's stomach, and flipped himself backwards, sending Miscail straight into the wall directly behind them. The big man bounced off it, and got back up onto his feet, and grabbed Stree by the throat.
"You shouldn't have made me mad, puny man!" yelled Miscail, as he reared his fist, and shot forward. Stree's expressionless look melted off his face, and was replaced with a look of cold, barely restrained fury. He judged where the fist was going to land, then, to everyone's amazement, he brought up his own hand and caught it, allowing the spikes slide right through his hand, next to the other two. Everyone in the crowd gasped as one when they realized that Stree didn't even seem to realize that his hand had been skewered. Shocked to the point of paralysis by the senseless maneuver, Miscail didn't even move as he saw Stree bring his sword up with his unskewered hand. Suddenly realizing what Stree was going to do, he started trying to move away, but Stree held his hand in place.
"No!" yelled Miscail as Stree swung his still-glowing sword straight through the big man's arm, slicing off his hand at the wrist. Miscail screamed and fell to the ground. Stree sheahed his Hammer, then, as if realizing something was sticking through his hand, pulled out the spiked fist and threw it onto Miscail.
Hard.
The fist stabbed straight through his shoulder and pinned him to the ground, making him scream again. Then he grabbed another of the two remaining spikes, and threw that into Miscail's other shoulder. He then grabbed the third one. He stared at the sobbing hulk, then threw the last spike up into the air. The crowd watched in horror, waiting as it twirled in the air, sunlight gleaming off it, mocking beauty. It dropped back down, aiming straight at Miscail's groin. The crowd gasped, as, less than three inches from making contact, Stree snatched it out of the air and threw it into the wall on the opposite side of the arena. Then, without saying a word, Stree turned, and walked out of the arena. The ring announcer simply stood there in shock, as did the rest of the crowd, then gradually realized that Stree was gone, and started to speak, although it was in a voice so small that is barely registered on the microphone.
"Uhh, ladies and gentlemen, the winner, Stree Kry'tal." One or two people started to clap slowly, as if not sure whether to applaud or throw up. Some had already made the decision, as sounds of retching could be heard in the stands. Medics came out and grabbed Miscail and pulled him into an emergency transport. "Ladies and gentlemen, we'll uh, be taking a short recess, then we'll be back with the next fight."