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/ Welcome to Arcana 20 Radley's anger
The announcer chimed up, "There will be a recess of one hour before the next bout of fights begins."
Radley's jaw dropped. He couldn't believe his ears. He had to wait another hour before he could kick Darnell's ass.
He stood up and got himself a Fanta. It almost felt a bit weird without Rita nagging him about him drinking a cool drink before a fight.
The mask girl cam walking his way. He saw this and drank deeply from his drink.
She waited for him to finish. She still kept the mask on during this time. Radley feigned ignorance, "Can I help you?"
A surprisingly cute voice came from the mask, "I will be the one to win. You're just a street rat with some talent. I found out about you. You apparently have no sponsor."
"Are you done? I don't particularly care for winning or losing. So, I could throw the match if you gave me three thousand dollars."
"Why the hell would I do that!? I know I can beat you."
"Yeah…I would have preferred not to fight you, but I really need the money. Can't we come to some sort of arrangement?"
"Are you scared of me?"
"No…wait, let me rephrase. Yes, I am terrified. Now, can I get three thousand?"
There were a few seconds of quiet between the two. Elita was not impressed, "This is a joke right?"
"No…the last time I checked I was being serious. Three thousand or I don't pull out, simple. I get three thousand and you have an unblemished track record…Elita."
Hearing her own name made her blood run cold, "How do you know who I am?!"
"The birdies tweet and the walls have ears."
"You think that is supposed to scare me!?"
"Kind of, but I guess that's a no. Pity."
"You and I will probably meet in the finals, but I doubt that. The rest seems a bit more hardcore."
"Doesn't matter. I just need the money. Be it through winning or uncouth methods."
"You insult the pride of a warrior!"
"Ugh, please spare me. I am a real survivor. Showing warrior's pride isn't going to put food on my plate. Unfortunately, I haven't been born with a silver spoon in my mouth. So, tell it to someone who cares."
This frustrated her. She turned around and walked away. Radley wasn't going to back down. His life was all about hardship. Most of these people would never understand what real hardship was. He had to deal with drugs in order to help his family. Now, he only wants is to destroy the source, and he will do whatever it takes to get there.
Erina went and bought a corndog for herself and her friend, "Don't you just love this kind of festivals."
Her friend raised an eyebrow, "What's there to like? This entire bloody continent is a cesspool. If it wasn't for the money I would have been gone in a heartbeat."
"Do you always have to be so melodramatic? Here, have a corndog."
She hands over the corndog. Her friend bites into it. She found Erina's cheery nature a bit uncomfortable, "What brought your good mood on. Didn't you just lose your uncle?"
This brought the entire mood down, "You just had to bring that up. I was in a good mood because Radley was throwing the whole bloody competition wide open. Serves that bitch that treated him the way she did. I hope her daughter gets thrashed."
"What is your deal with this, Radley guy?"
"I don't know. Apparently, he saved my life and I gave him shit for it. I guess its guilt."
"Well, keep me out of your guilt, it's really weird."
They reconvened after the hour's break.
The announcer chimed up, "The next one is a match of the tournament. 'The Loner' versus 'The Black Mamba'."
The two made their way to the center of the arena. Darnell was slightly nervous but he was confident in his ability to be able to take Radley. He was top of his class during training at the specialized institutions.
Radley, on the other hand, was as cool as a cucumber but was seething at the same time.
The ref got between the two of them and said, "Begin!"
Darnell was hesitant to charge in blindly. He had seen a bit of Radley in action. He performed best when he was countering.
Radley casually walked up to Darnell. Darnell raised his blade in a defensive position. Radley had no weapon in his hand and just stood in front of him. Darnell didn't like this and jumped backward out of harm's way.
Radley shouted loudly in Darnell's way before he could get too far for his sonic boom to be effective.
It raptured Darnell's eardrums and instantly made him queasy. Not just that but his wind got knocked out.
He felt an extreme and sudden sharp pain in his abdomen. Radley was right in front of him with his fist buried in his abdomen. Radley used his own ability to punch right through his armor and into his body, "Is this fun? This is just all show after all. I SAID! ISN'T THIS FUN!? IS IT FUN TO HURT PEOPLE AS BADLY AS YOU DID!?"
Radley started to move his arm deeper into him. Darnell couldn't even speak. The pain was too much and was restricting his airflow. Tears started to well in his eyes. He was about to die because of his own foolish actions. Always to be in the center of attention no matter who got hurt and now he found somebody that was even more brutal than him. He tried speaking through his cracking voice, it was barely audible, "I…am…sorry…"
"Tell that to the girl you maimed, you motherfucker." He slowly and carefully removed his fist from his body.
Darnell collapsed into a pool of his own blood.
The ref quickly interceded, "He's had enough."
"Yeah. Did I win?" A popup appeared. 55 Invo points. Zero Diff points.
"Yeah, but that is only if he survived."
"The same could be said for that girl"
The paramedics quickly did first-aid to save the man's life.
He walked back towards the seats. Elita got a really bad vibe all of a sudden. She shouldn't face this man, but her pride needs to know where she stood.
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Current exp: 3786 7000
Current invigoration level: 1
Base Stats:
Attack: 2
Defense: 2
Agility: 3
Current equipment: Sus Scrofa Raptor skin tunic Defense: 10
Durability: 8
Sus Scrofa Raptor skin pants Defense: 10
Durability: 8
Sus Scrofa Raptor skin sandals Defense: 2
Durability: 8
Neodizamate Knife: Damage 5
Durability 50
Diff point count: 41
Abilities learned through Diff: Basic analyses (Passive)
Instant reaction
Toxin Detection
Minor Crafting
Abilities learned by himself: Power Slam
Sonic Boom
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