Tournament of Vulcan, Part II

Round three's arena was nothing if not difficult to work with. The circular field was shifted into a funnel, quite steep and with an opening at the bottom that would drop any player unfortunate to enter it into the fiery lava below. Thus, all fighters had to be in constant motion, making it a challenging trial to not only be the victor, but keep one's self from plummeting to the volcano's maw.

Finn was currently doing his best to avoid his enemy's attacks, which consisted of varying degrees of foggy punches and kicks. The foe himself was a being by the name of Smog. Rightly so, as his strange abilities allowed him to dissipate into a cloud of noxious black smoke, progressively making Finn choke and reducing his visibility as he ran around the funnel's steep incline.

In addition, it provided Smog with the advantage of not having to constantly be in motion, since his form could hover about the arena in midair. Much of the audience was booing at the seemingly unfair circumstances, but Cinnamon Bun paid them no mind and allowed the fight to continue. He had his reasons.

Finn ducked from another punch then proceeded to grow out his sword, bending the blade slightly then flicking the edge to cause it to begin spinning like a buzzsaw. However, he also commanded the blade to split in half, creating an effective fan that blew away Smog's gaseous form, frustrating the extremely weightless being.

"Ngh, stop running, you ninny!"

The flame human scowled at the two darker spots in the cloud, which were his enemy's eyes. He aimed the fan in Smog's face, immediately forcing the mass to back off. As the dirty fog fell back, Finn noticed a shimmer in the dark cloud. It appeared to be an amulet of sorts.

Curious as to the meaning of the object, he began running upwards, climbing up the funnel and reaching closer to the item as he blew away any part of Smog that happened to be in his way. Once within reach of the amulet, Finn drew out his free hand to grab it. However, in that moment, Smog resolidified himself.

The being looked like any other humanoid of Ooo, just some shady guy with a scowl. Although, when his physical body finished putting itself together, the amulet briefly let out a powerful aura, regrettingly revealing its purpose. Several of the audience members glared at Smog, pointing and shouting in disapproval.

"Magic! Disqualify him!"

"Kick the wizard jerk out of here!"

"Rule breaker!"

By this point, CB had to agree with them. As much as he wanted to continue testing the mysterious fire elemental's skills, he knew that an unfair match would look bad for Flame Princess. The noble pastry nodded to the announcer, signalling for him to call out the dishonorable magic user.

"Smog, you are hereby automatically disqualified, under the pretense of using magic."

The newly reconstituted being growled at the announcer, and the booing crowd, as he ran across the funnel's surface with Finn. He then set his sights on the hero, giving him a death stare.

"I'm not losing to a fire elemental!"

He lunged across the arena, tackling Finn and causing both of them to spiral down towards the bottom of the funnel, and closer to getting fried by the lava. Finn wasn't completely sure if his new body was as resistant as normal flame beings to extreme temperatures, and he didn't feel like finding out.

He extended the spines covering his lava vine, digging the hooked barbs into the metal of the arena. Sparks flew from the surface as he gradually slowed himself down. In the meantime, Smog roared with frustration and activated his amulet again, exploding into his cloud form. With his cursed weapon preoccupied with holding him in place, Finn had no defense as the treacherous wizard began pummeling him with his briefly solidifying fists.

Cinnamon Bun called to the guards, instructing them to create a series of fiery vortexes with their powers to suck up the renegade Smog. However, Finn heard the order and looked up to the candy person, giving him a gaze that made the knight halt his command. CB read the look in the flame human's eyes, one that he was sure he could distinguish.

A moment later, he called the guards back, telling them to standby.

Finn nodded to the pastry and reset his sights on Smog. He searched until he found what he was looking for; the floating amulet. Yet another piece of advice wafted through his mind.

The further they keep it from you, the more important it is.

The magical item was floating at the top of the funnel, an area that was quite difficult to reach, especially with the wizard smacking him around every few seconds. However, he refused to give up. There was no way he would allow the vicious beings competing in this tournament anywhere near FP. That was a promise.

Finn tightened his fist, making it burn brighter. He suddenly grew wide-eyed, then smacked his forehead, once again forgetting that he now had access to more abilities than previous times. He raised his hand and aimed it at the amulet, focusing the heat in his palm in order to fire a blast of combustion.

A stream of flames erupted soon afterward, homing in on the magical item. However, the amulet suddenly shifted, dodging the blast as Smog cackled viciously. Finn groaned and tried again. Again, the shot missed. The flame human hit the surface of the funnel, frustrated by his lack of success. His enemy took a few more hits at the hero, worsening his position.

Finn thought deeply, spreading his thoughts beyond his teachings from Rattleballs. His mind wandered into the distant past, thinking perhaps the answer was somewhere in those memories. Then, it hit him. His eyes opened slowly, and he gazed up at the floating amulet. Smog was toying with him, hitting him just enough to slowly loosen the lava vine's spines from the arena.

The flame human raised his hand again, but this time, focused the heat along his entire arm.

Up in the balcony, CB was curiously watching what the young man was doing. So focused was the pastry, he didn't notice Flame Princess reentering the booth. She was about to speak and get his attention, but then noticed the battlefield, gasping quietly as she saw Finn's precarious position. She ran up to the balcony and leaned over the edge, gazing with worry at the fire elemental.

Cinnamon Bun looked over to her.

"Feeling better?"

FP wouldn't take her eyes away.

"Not anymore."

Down below, Finn's arm was glowing brightly, as Smog's gaseous fists continued to bash him on occasion. In an instant, the flame human's limb unleashed four separate bolts of fire, which flew towards the amulet. The audience gasped, none more so than Flame Princess.

That's...scatter fire...

The fiery king watched as the four strikes zeroed in. The first was dodged, as were the second and third, but the four hit home, spearing the amulet and causing it to shatter into pieces. Smog stopped his laughing, shocked. In that moment, his body's fog began to clump back together, forming him near the top of the funnel.

As soon as the wizard was back to his humanoid image, he panicked and grabbed the edge of arena, fearful of falling into the hazardous lava below.

"Ah! Somebody help!"

The battlefield suddenly shifted, returning to its normal circular shape. The hole at the bottom disappeared, allowing Finn to safely release his hold on the surface. His lava vine shrunk its spines, returning to its normal form around his arm. Sadly, Finn's cloak was torn from where the sharp objects had to grab hold.

His sigh of disappointment was interrupted by the cheer of the crowd, celebrating his victory as Smog was escorted away by a pair of flame guards. Everyone praised the hero for finishing his fight, regardless of the circumstances. CB was clapping along with the rest, smiling down at the flame human, who turned to the king and bowed as he always did.

Flame Princess was simply frozen, staring down at the individual who had just used a fire ability that very few knew of. Her curiosity only created greater gravity towards the young man, who still eluded her with his hooded face. It wasn't completely obscured, but she would've liked to see his features fully.

If he kept winning, then she would.

"And the round goes to Fenrir, our rising star in this grand competition!"

Further cheers rang out, while Finn turned to walk back to the waiting barracks. FP watched him go, a shimmer in her eyes. Her loyal knight noticed this, and grinned with amusement.

"Have a crush?"

The king was shaken out of her trance by the comment, blushing slightly and staring at the candy person in astonishment.

"Wh-what? No! Of course not! He's just...mysterious."

Cinnamon Bun chuckled.

"Well, at the rate he's going, I'm sure you'll get the chance to talk soon enough."

The knight walked back over to the king's seat, vigilantly standing beside it while her highness took one last look at the departing Finn.

"Who are you?" she whispered.

Even without seeing the action, Finn could estimate the ferocity of the fights that emerged from the rest of round three. Massive vibrations rang throughout the building, followed by an edgy laugh. The flame human couldn't help but feel tense as the next level was announced. An official walked into the barracks and called Finn out, informing the hero it was his time once again.

The semifinals were going to be a challenge, seeing as only the top four competitors were left. As he walked out into the arena, Finn was immediately met with the cheers of his newest fans, who were eager to see how he'd handle the next foe. The platform didn't appear to be any different than round one, although it could have easily been misleading.

Upon stepping onto the metal battleground, the flame human set his sights upon the opponent. The being was ginormous, easily towering twice as tall as Finn himself. He was a rock elemental, not unlike the one the hero had dealt with at the entrance to the coliseum. However, this one had one quite intimidating feature; the giant rounded orbs in place of where his hands should be.

The rocky being looked down at the young man, grinning.

"This ain't no lightweight, kid. I suggest you just surrender now."

Finn just stared back at the giant.

"I don't think so."

The larger one chuckled and shrugged.

"Your funeral. They call me the Wrecking Ball."

Finn rolled his eyes.

"Shocker," he replied sarcastically.

The rock elemental frowned.

"Alright enough with the wise guy. How about you take off that silly curtain and face me like a man."

The audience was very anxious at this point. Up until now, Finn had managed to keep the cloak on his person, hiding his full appearance. The only features visible were his glowing hands and forearms, along with his shaded face. Finn sighed, realizing he may have reached the end of that particular rope.

Up in her balcony, FP was the most anxious of all. The shrouded fire elemental below her had caused an incredible deal of stress to her; a combination of curiosity, excitement, and dislike of people who have something to hide. She noticed the hooded being shrug, as if giving in, and grab hold of his cloak.

Finn cast aside his cover, allowing the fireproof clothing to fly with the wind into the stands. Several fans, particularly girls, briefly fought over the cloak. In the meantime, everyone studied the newly revealed fire elemental.

Finn's hair was shoulder length, as it had always been, burning a golden yellow instead of the usual red or orange. The activity of his lava vine had shredded the right sleeve of his shirt, displaying the entirety of the cursed weapon's length. It also revealed how muscular the hero had become. The light now being generated from his skin defined the sculpts of his face, causing many of the female audience members to stare at him dreamily.

Flame Princess was anything if not stunned. The young man was incredible. He was poised, confident, yet had a definite hint of compassion in his hard features. He was one to stand by your side, give his well being if necessary, and swear to defend and fight for whatever he found important. Cinnamon Bun had walked back over to the fiery young lady, folding his arms and giving a look of acceptance.

"Well, he's now officially my favorite to win."

FP wasn't entirely paying attention, still captivated by the humanoid below. It took a moment, but she suddenly felt an air of similarity, familiar visions that poked at her mind. Studying the fire elemental calling himself Fenrir triggered something, a set of memories that were long unviewed. Laughter, excitement, a sense of wonder and passion. But, also sadness, confusion, and hurt.

The cascade of thoughts became so staggering, that the moment Finn chose to look up at her, it felt like someone had splashed water in her face. She recoiled, giving a light gasp that was luckily inaudible to her loyal knight. The young man quickly looked away again, almost appearing ashamed of gazing at her. She asked herself again.

Who are you?

Finn was feeling incredibly exposed, and not because of his now absent extra layer. He was worried that his appearance hadn't changed enough to fool Flame Princess, which would result in disaster. However, after standing there for a minute, he figured that three years and changing species had provided enough physical alteration to hide his true identity. He looked back up to the Wrecking Ball, who was still grinning.

"Lady's man, huh? Sorry, kid, but that's my job. You can leave yourself in the crater I pound you into after this is over."

The flame Human took an offensive stance, as WB chuckled wickedly and backed away. The two opponents circled each other, awaiting the first move. FP and Cinnamon Bun were both hesitating to blink, worried about missing something. The majority of the audience cheered for Finn, while most of the wrestling fans in the stands supported the giant rock elemental.

Eventually, Wrecking Ball took the first move, drawing back his arm as if to send a punch, only to perform the motion and fire the massive iron sphere acting as his hand straight at Finn. The flame human was surprised, but by no means incapable of dodging the huge object. The real clincher came when the platform beneath both fighters suddenly began rotating clockwise, nearly causing them both to fall over.

Wrecking Ball retracted his weapon, connected by a heavy chain, then began twirling it over his head like a flail. The momentum of the spinning field made it rather difficult, but his muscles seemed more than capable of offsetting the inertia. Finn dodged another strike, then noticed the field was accelerating its spin.

If one of us doesn't end this, we'll both be thrown off.

He thought hard about what was at his disposal, a well as the constantly moving battlefield. Ideas connected as he linked the two together. As Wrecking Ball missed another swing, Finn held out his hand, then focused intensely on his cursed weapon. The lava vine slowly slid off of his arm, forming a long object in his grip that was certainly not a sword.

Once the magical vegetation had ceased its shifting, Finn now held a long throwing spear. The Wrecking Ball smirked as the flame human readied himself.

"Ha! A spear! On this type of arena? You've got to be kidding. Eat iron, punk!"

The rock elemental fired his fist again, only this time, Finn dodged underneath it, quickly rolling towards the center of the spinning platform and getting back to his feet. With one good throw, he sent the harpoon sailing towards the massive metal ball beginning to retract to its owner. The weapon struck, digging into the sphere and offsetting its retraction.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing?"

Finn ignored the demand and pulled hard on the vine connecting the projectile to his arm. The harpoon reacted, using the inertia generated from the spin of the arena, and pulled the destructive object to him. Once in the center, he used his flame powers to melt the ball to the center of the platform. The Wrecking Ball quickly fired his second hand, aiming to crush his opponent while he was working. Unfortunately for him, Finn was agile enough to sidestep the incoming attack, allowing him to fire his harpoon again and catch the second appendage.

The flame human was careful in pulling the metal orb to the edge of the battlefield, which was now bordering on speeds high enough to throw him off. Naturally, his elemental opponent was too heavy to be affected yet, so it was his issue alone. Acting fast, he fused the second iron ball to the floor, trapping the Wrecking Ball with his own appendages. The rocky being struggled, trying to escape the bindings.

Finn made his way back to the center, just as the speed was starting to become too much for him. He placed his back to the metal weapon stuck there and commanded his lava vine to form into its rope mode, strapping him to the heavy weapon and preventing the young man from flying off.

Over the next minute, the Wrecking Ball began to panic, as his position caused him to become quite nauseous and frightened. The speeds were so great at this point, that the audience could barely see more than a blur from the two fighters.

"Ah! Mommy!"

The rock elemental had lost it, overwhelmed by the intense motion that was being forced upon him.

"Uncle! Uncle! I give up!"

Up in the balcony, Cinnamon Bun pressed a large button on a remote, deactivating the arena's spin. It took a while, but the circular platform finally halted its movements. The Wrecking Ball was shivering and had a facial expression of someone who had seen a ghost. After cutting him from the floor, several guards escorted him out of the field.

In the meantime, cheers rang out for Finn's victory. Those who had previously been rooting for the rock elemental were now encouraging the flame human to fight on till the very end. He gave them a wave, also noticing that he probably wouldn't be getting his cloak back.

As the young man bowed to Flame Princess once again, the king applauded him, giving a smile to the victor. When Finn looked back up at her, he was caught off by the expression on her face. It had been a while since he'd seen that smile, such a long time that he couldn't help smiling back as warmly as she was.

Unfortunately, she was thinking along the same lines, noticing the kindness and compassion etched into the fiery man's face. She found herself blushing, thanking Grob that he was too far away to notice. At long last, Finn turned away, walking inside to await the final fight.

As before, the moment Finn stepped onto the field, the crowd exploded with praise, wishes of luck, and a multitude of squeals from the ladies in the stands. He gave a few courteous waves and proceeded to examine the battlefield. The platform was no longer even there, all that stood between the fighters and the lava below were several dozen floating masses of rock. He jumped to one of them, then hopscotched to the one in the center of the levitating arena.

Predictably enough, his last opponent was a fire elemental. He stood a bit taller than Finn, with a somewhat impressive set of armor, which cloaked him in sturdy protection while he gazed casually at Finn. His arms were folded, and he snickered as the flame human readied himself.

"So, you've done pretty well for yourself, making it to the finals."

Finn kept his focus.

"You could say that."

The other fire being smirked.

"Well I hate to break it to you, but I'm the one who will be standing by the king's side, buddy."

He briefly cocked his head and winked at FP with a grin. In response, the young ruler displayed an expression of disgust and scowled. Finn's opponent paid no mind and faced the hero again.

"The name's Calor, previous champion of the Fire Kingdom."

Finn narrowed his eyes at the statement, but the audience fully gasped. This was the guy who served under Flame King; the strongest warrior the vile patriarch could find to stand by him. Up in the balcony, CB glared at the elemental, while Flame Princess just sent a worried gaze at the mysterious young man whom the former champion was facing.

"Doesn't look too tough. Fenrir will take him down easy."

FP shook her head.

"He's more dangerous than he appears."

Her knight sent a concerned glance to his king, then looked back to the arena. Finn extended his lava vine sword, then raised it to prepare for whatever attack his foe may unleash. Calor smirked then closed his eyes, seeming to focus his energy into some act. With a gasp from the audience once again, a wicked looking appendage sprouted from the being's back. It reminded Finn of a scythe, connected to the end of a spider's leg. The blade-like tip of the limb was nearly white hot, sizzling the rock as Calor set it on one of the floating platforms.

Three more appendages burst out, extending themselves to raise the fire elemental into the air while providing incredible stability for the former champion. He snickered cruelly as Finn narrowed his eyes.

"Well, come at me, noob."

The flame human was not stupid. He held his ground. Calor shrugged.

"As you wish, fool."

With a massive spring, the elemental's arachnid legs threw him at Finn, upon which he used the extra limbs to hack and slash at the hero. The young man fended off the hits valiantly, as everyone watched with sheer nerves and astonishment. FP was nearly cracking the railing of her balcony as her hand squeezed it harder. Cinnamon Bun was whispering encouragement to the flame human, mostly to reassure himself.

However, with four blades slicing away at him, Finn had difficulty parrying anything, having to simply block the whole time. He found a break in which he jumped back, landing further from Calor and immediately switching his sword to its harpoon form. He threw the spear, aiming to strike his foe, but the dangerous adversary just grinned, dodging the initial hit and grabbing the vine attaching it to Finn's arm.

The young man's eyes grew wide as Calor pulled him towards his waiting blades. The flame human retracted his cursed weapon, releasing him from his opponent's grip and allowing him to fall downward. In a panic, Finn formed his lasso and roped it around the edge of the nearest rock. It took hold, but was swiftly cut by one of Calor's scythes. Acting fast, Finn grabbed the bottom of the next closest rock with his hand, returning the vine around his arm as it regenerated.

His foe laughed with glee as he struggled to climb up to the top of the hovering rock platform. Reaching the flat top, Finn panted heavily and gazed at the fire elemental. Calor was suspending himself above the lava, having sunk his four, bladed extra legs into surrounding levitating rocks.

"Hahaha! That was even easier than I thought it would be!"

Finn also had that thought. His opponent wasn't in the least surprised by any of his lava vine's abilities. His eyes went wide.

"You, you cheated. You watched the previous fights!"

Calor raised his hands, generating orbs of dark flames, preparing to blasted the hero off his platform.

"So what if I did? It's only strategic to do so."

Finn scowled.

"It was against the rules!"

The crowd agreed with him, booing the former champion. He glared at them.

"Oh get over it! Can't you see this fool was too weak anyway?"

Flame Princess's flames grew higher as she bared her teeth.

"Calor! You are automatically disqualif-"

"Wait!"

Everyone's eyes were set on Finn, who held his hand up to stop the king mid sentence. She was too shocked to reply, as the flame human got to his feet and extended his sword. He gazed upon Calor, who looked back disinterested. Finn pointed the tip of his blade at the fire elemental.

"You, like several others, have disrespected the king's rules. I can deal with delusional morons who only seek glory, but to outright admit to lying and spit on her words, that is something I won't forgive you for!"

FP stared at the young man with her mouth slightly hanging open, amazed by his words. Cinnamon Bun listened as well. Meanwhile, Calor just chuckled.

"Ooo, I'm so scared. What are you gonna do? I know all your secrets."

Finn took another look up at Flame Princess, who gazed into his amber eyes with her own. The hero clutched the locket beneath his shirt, momentarily setting his fist on fire. He remembered Rattleballs' final advice.

Open yourself to the heart you have neglected. You'll be amazed at the power you can wield.

"Not all..."

Finn took a stance, channeling his inner fire into the blade he now held with both hands. Taking deep breaths, he closed his eyes and focused on the beats of his heart, synchronizing them with his flowing thoughts, the very forces that drove him to participate in the tournament in the first place.

The kingdom...I must protect it.

And what is a kingdom?...It's leader.

Who is this leader?...The strong and benevolent princess of flames.

Why do I care?...It is my duty as a hero.

...And also...

The flame human flung open his eyes, zeroing in on Calor's four spider-like appendages.

My heart is still in her hands.

With the aid of his flame powers, the young man dashed forward at incredible speeds, flinging himself into the air and closing the distance between himself and his foe in the blink of an eye. Calor was stunned briefly, then baffled as Finn passed him and landed on a floating mass behind the fire elemental.

"What did-"

In an instant, all four of the vicious man's extra limbs were blown apart, removing his support and plummeting the now screaming former champion into the lava down below. As a heavy splash echoed up the pit of the volcano, everyone watching the fight was utterly shocked. All except Rattleballs, who crossed his arms, grinning underneath his hood while seated among the crowd.

"Well done, Finn."

The flame human slowly retracted his lava vine sword, standing upright and letting out one last breath. His eyes gazed gently forward, as he turned and looked down the maw of the fiery mountain, watching Calor struggle to stay afloat. He stared with absolute disbelief at the hero.

"What was that?! What the heck did you do?!"

His voice was pitiful, revealing the weakness that all cruel individuals hid from those around them. Finn simply stared back, no emotion on his face.

"The shadowless thrust. I learned it from a good friend. And it is because of him that I was reminded where my strength comes from."

He turned away, leaving a pair of guards to fish him out with a rope. The young man faced the balcony, bowing to the still stunned Flame Princess.

"The resolve and strength of my heart are yours to command, your majesty. I humbly request to serve by your side and protect you, and the benevolent Fire Kingdom, from all who threaten them."

The audience finally broke from their bewildered state and proceeded to build up a round of applause. Soon enough, cheers and whoops bellowed as well, filling the arena with overjoyed and satisfied attendees. The announcer declared it officially; 'Fenrir' had won the Tournament of Vulcan.

Cinnamon Bun placed a hand on FP's shoulder, knocking her out of her stare at the bowed young man below her. He smiled, then nodded lightly. The young woman quickly nodded back, returning her attention to Finn. She ignited her flames and swiftly flew down to the arena, with CB following behind with a jump.

The two walked up to Finn, as the arena was returned to its normal state. FP briefly studied the young man's face as he looked up to her. She saw something, but still couldn't quite tell what it was. Finn meanwhile, was intensely nervous, having not anticipated being face-to-face with the king this close up. Fortunately, FP gave up her examination, however curious it made her, and held out her hand.

Finn gently took hold of and kissed it, doing his best to ignore the first time feeling of the girl's actual skin. Regardless of the sensation, he promptly let go and knelt to the ground on one knee. Flame Princess quickly produced a flame sword.

"You've proven strong, noble, and even kind. I'm honored to have someone like you join my guard."

she tapped the fiery blade on the hero's shoulders, then dissipated the weapon.

"Rise, Sir Fenrir."

The young man did so, standing tall and proud, a look of determination and solid righteousness upon his face.

"Thank you, your majesty."

Once last time, the stands exploded with cheers, celebrating the victor they had wanted for so long. Finn looked around at the congratulatory audience, feeling the spark of his heroics growing in his heart. He was a symbol now, a figure of the Fire Kingdom's strength and an aegis to its fair ruler.

He let out a small smile, gazing around the cheering stands.

As he did so, Flame Princess caught something in the young man's eye. A quick shimmer of blue. She did a double take, not seeing it a second time. For a moment, she pondered if it was her imagination. However, the aura she felt from the fire elemental before her refused to allow the growing suspicion to die off completely.

Well, life gets you, just like that. I don't know how much longer I'd be able to keep up my frequent posts. I barely had time to put up this chapter. Don't you guys worry, I'll do the best I can to get you the updates you ask for.

Anyway, I apparently did a bad job of Cinnamon Bun's portrayal last time. I apologize for that, I haven't really captured a good personality for him yet.

nrbuer: Well, Murphy's Law, I guess.

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Guest: True, and I did mess up on CB's portrayal I suppose. I'm really not trying to make him seem like a jerk.

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