Rune Factory Arena
Battle-3 Day-1
Dylas vs. Kyle
Character Background:
Dylas:
Date of Birth- ?
Date of Death- 610
A quiet young man that has the aspects of a horse... He was misplaced in time, so no one really nows when he was born. A speed demon of a fighter.
Kyle-
Date of Birth- 512
Date of Death- 578
One of the few members of the proud and ancient race known as the Earthmates, a capable fighter and farmer. At once married and had twins, prefers swift strikes over powerful ones. All around warrior with great charisma.
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"You'll regret this." Dylas stammered, "I'm warning you! I mean business!"
"I'm sure we'll have a great time!" Kyle responded, "So come at me with your all!"
"Alright!" Dylas yelled and at once turned into a horse monster, startling the redheaded Earthmate.
"Wah!" Kyle yelled as he barely avoided the stampeding Thunderbolt form of Dylas, but he was mule kicked aside.
Thunderbolt Dylas neighed in anger and did a U-turn to attack once more,
"Not this time!" Kyle said and stood his ground, waiting for his opponent to storm towards him.
"NYAH!" Dylas neighed and ran past the Earthmate, though he did not notice it.
"HA!" Kyle said and tripped the beast with his spear, making him crash into the arena walls and startle some spectators.
"Yeowch!" Dylas yelled, having reverted back into human form,
"How about another?" Kyle taunted, which angered the half monster.
"Alright!" Dylas yelled and turned back into Thunderbolt, then charged.
"Come on..." Kyle said, wanting to repeat his same tactic,
However, Dylas had grown smart and turned abruptly before he passed the Earthmate, thus trampling over him.
"Argh!" Kyle said as he was run over at a high speed.
Dylas neighed and mule kicked Kyle's back, knocking him away a considerable distance.
"Augh!" Kyle yelled, for he landed on his own spear, penetrating his leg.
Dylas saw his chance as the Earthmate was trying to pull the spear out and charged, going for the kill.
"Oh my..." Kyle mumbled as he saw Thunderbolt Dylas come towards him, "That's no-"
Dylas slammed into the Earthmate, sending him careening to the coliseum wall, making a lot of spectators wince in pain upon his impact.
"Damn..." Kyle muttered, looked at his tattered body, and then placed his hand on the back of his head, where he noticed he was bleeding.
"It's your end!" Dylas yelled and turned into Thunderbolt, then charged to end it.
"That's what you think!" Kyle said and prepared for the worse, bracing himself.
Dylas was charging in raging fury, and right when he was about to crush Kyle, he disappeared!
"AYAH!" Dylas screamed as he crashed head on into the wall.
The dust cleared, and there was Kyle, behind the crash site,
"Warp spells..." Kyle chuckled, "Gotta love them..."
The crowd cheered, seeing the defeated Dylas under a pile of bricks from the wall he impacted, with a bleeding, cracked skull.
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"Congratulations, Kyle!" The Announcer said, "You make our third victor in these games!"
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"Alright!" the Curator said, "We will have more matches! Who's with me!?"
The crowd roared in joy, hearing the good news.
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About ten more battles were fought.. It was time for the last five matches...
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"Are you ready, ladies and gentlemen!?" The Announcer said, "For our next fight... It is the one... The only! The Champion of our time... Sir Freedom! Versus Ethelberd!"