"Interesting." Sorath's tone was eerily neutral. "Now, moving on. The next fight will be between Asher and Azar."
The heroic pacifist and the hermetic magician launched their beys. Asher's bey, Deluge Pisces, had two blades shaped like fins. Azar's bey, Arcane Aquario, had five blades in the shape of a star. The two beyblades chased each other in a circle.
"That's an interesting bey you've got there." Even at a time like this, Asher was offering to make a friendly conversation.
"It symbolizes the seventeenth Tarot card, the star." Azar explained, "This card depicteth the sign of Aquarius, representing good luck and the celestial plane."
Asher sighed, regretting having said anything. As the beys circled, their spirits, both of which were sea serpents, appeared and chased each others' tails.
"I'm going to win." The confidence in Asher's tone was remarkable.
The beys began to slam into each other, gradually slowing each other down.
"Thou hath no way of defeating me!" Azar said, "I hath evoked the ancient spirits, and they are on my side. My victory hath even been prophecized by the stars! The age of Pisces hath come to an end. This is the new age: The Aquarian Age! Aquario shall win!"
"No." Asher said, still perfectly calm, "I will win."
"Thou art blasphemous!" Azar's red eyes were intense with rage. "Who art thou to predict my demise!?"
"Who am I?" Asher smiled, "You seem to like to brag, so tell me who you are."
"I am an adept archmage! I see the sacred symbolism in everything." Azar boasted, "I can predict the future! And right now, I am predicting thine demise!"
"That's nice." Asher said. "Now, tell me. Do you predictions always come true?"
Shocked, Azar took a step backwards, his gold-lined red eyes widening. They didn't always come true.
"So, you were wondering who I am." Asher said, "I am a defender of life who envisions world peace."
Aquario stopped spinning.
"And, you are a false prophet." Asher said.
"Then, what art thou!?" Azar was terrified of his imminent death.
"I am a true prophet. I was born with the ability to predict the future." Asher smiled gently as his bey continued to spin. "I don't want to have to kill you, but it must be done for the sake of the world."
Pisces sliced Azar's chest. The false prophet fell to the ground, his pure white silk outfit stained red.
In the audience, Alessandro's eyes widened in wonder, "This man is the second coming."