All World Final Clash Tournament

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- Controls -

LP: Light Punch (default: X Button)
HP: Hard Punch (default: Y Button)
LK: Light Kick (default: A Button)
HK: Hard Kick (default: B Button)

LP+HP: Light Punch + Hard Punch (default: L Button)
LK+HK: Light Kick + Hard Kick (default: R Button)

D: Down DF: Down-Forward
U: Up DB: Down-Back
F: Forward UF: Up-Forward
B: Back UB: Up-Back

- Taunt -
- Taunt an opponent by holding LK and pressing Start.

Special Encounters!!:

Daichi vs Corea: Corea shoots a barrage of bullets with a giant machinegun that Daichi evades before cackling maniacally. Corea shakes her fist at him.
Kit Otomo vs Lilith: Kit admires an apple before tossing it to Lilith. Lilith catches it gleefully.
Johnnie vs Jessica Wong: Johnnie throws his shirt to the center of the stage where Jessica reveals she had scanners and analyzers in place to break it down.
Alfonso Carlson Avery vs Dedorroh: Alfonso presents a saddle before Dedorroh. Dedorroh stomps destroys it.
Cassandra Black vs Seiri: Cassandra and Seiri fistbump.
Kamonbak vs Seiri: Seiri holds onto Kamonbak before he accelerates his vibrations to force her to release him.
Celestial vs Searcher: Searcher removes Celestial's hood. Celestial places it back on.
Mage vs Seiri: Seiri looks away from Mage. Mage lowers his head and murmurs a few Japanese words of prayer.
Dedorroh vs Final Moments Dyarhk: Dedorroh lets Dyarhk pet his neck.
Promahster vs Johnnie: They allow each other to charge up to their first two combo bars.
Johnnie vs Lea Cainn: They hug before the fight.
Lea Cainn vs Declan DonEvans: Declan reaches for Lea but she playfully evades.
Final Moments Dyarhk vs Declan DonEvans: Declan gives a thumbs-up up to Dyarhk. Dyarhk massages the back of his head, confused.
Corea vs Seiri: Seiri starts out beside Corea before kissing her cheek and walking to her starting position.
Aurast Dagger Sasc vs Seiri: Seiri disapproves of a bass riff Aurast plays before the fight.
Rohkan vs Jen: Jen bows to Rohkan. Rohkan nods.
Celestial vs Final Moments Dyarhk: Celestial rings a tiny bell around her neck shyly. Dyarhk blushes surprised (Dyarhk also wears a matching hoodie for the entire fight).
Kit Otomo vs Searcher: Kit beckons Searcher. Searcher flashes his Otomo's Membership Card and his teeth sparkle.
Cadence Valentine vs Jessica Wong: Jessica bends over and offers Cadence a peek down her sweater. Cadence turns red angrily.
Promahster vs Lea Cainn: Promahster starts off with Nadia and another of his wives by his side before beckoning Lea over. Lea shoots out a blast that frighten the women away.
Declan DonEvans vs Promahster: They respectfully regard each other in their professional garb. Declan in his church reds and Promahster in his gold armor.
Fox vs Lea Cainn: Fox starts laughing. Lea angrily casts an energy blast at him to get his attention.
Alfonso Carlson Avery vs Cassandra Black: Alfonso taunts Cassandra. Cassandra growls the name Avery.
Alfonso Carlson Avery vs Rohkan: Rohkan threatens Alfonso. Alfonso laughs and shoos him away. Rohkan cracks the floor with his stomp.
Alfonso Carlson Avery vs Searcher: Alfonso tries to kill Searcher by removing his eyepatch. A goddess quickly shields him. Searcher laughs. Alfonso shrugs.
Kit Otomo vs Lea Cainn: Kit admires an orange before tossing it to Lea. Lea catches it gleefully.
Kit Otomo vs Jessica Wong: Kit admires a banana before tossing it to Jessica. Jessica catches it gleefully.
Daichi vs Seiri: They perform several specials and counters on each other before landing in their neutral positions. A special hard rock track plays when they fight.
Final Moments Dyarhk vs Cadence Valentine: Cadence takes Dyarhk's hand and has him walk with her to her starting position.
Armand Belgarde vs Cadence Valentine: They taunt each other angrily.
Aurast Dagger Sasc vs Final Moments Dyarhk: They perform a secret handshake.
Nayun vs Rohkan: They both arrive on their motorcycles.
Nayun vs Final Moments Dyarhk: Nayun grabs her metallic arm while looking aside. Dyarhk murmurs a few Japanese words of encouragement.
Aurast Dagger Sasc vs Nayun: Aurast starts out with his doberman by his side before it departs.
Fox vs Declan DonEvans: Fox shifts into an attractive woman's body and bends over to wink and blow Declan a kiss. Declan covers his eyes and shakes his head. Fox shifts back and snickers.
Alfonso Carlson Avery vs Kit Otomo: Alfonso taunts Kit with his eye tentacles but prepares to fight when Kit merely unlocks his sword from its sheath.
Dedorroh vs Seiri: Dedorroh gives Seiri a kiss.
Declan DonEvans vs Seiri: Declan floats a mystic pedal of a memory over to Seiri before placing his hand in his pocket. Seiri reaches her hand to it before it disperses into sunlight particles.
Seiri vs Jessica Wong: They flirt with each other competitively.
Final Moments Dyarhk vs Corea: Dyarhk fakes a punch before caressing Corea's cheek. Corea holds onto his hand briefly.
Final Moments Dyarhk vs Seiri: They both perform the Kamen Rider Skull pose to each other.
Seiri vs Searcher: Searcher dramatically holds his sword up to the heavens that is stricken by lightning. Seiri golf claps with a grin.
Fox vs Johnnie: Johnnie winks at Fox. Fox looks surprised before smiling.
Nadia vs Lea Cainn: Nadia shoots a red blast out of her sword at Lea. Lea cancels it with a blast from her own.
Promahster vs Fox: Promahster holds his hand out to Fox. Fox smacks it back to him.
Declan DonEvans vs Corea: Corea plays with her hair. Declan murmurs a few Japanese words getting her attention. Corea smiles and thanks him for the compliment.

Alternate Costumes!!

Lea Cainn:
Wedding Dress Lea
Alfonso Carlson Avery
Prison Uniform Alfonso
Sky Captain Uniform Alfonso
Senior Uniform Alfonso
Aurast Dagger Sasc
Raoh Costume Aurast
Messy Business Suit
Declan DonEvans
Paladin of the Church of the Flower Moon
Belgarde Family Clothes
Rohkan
Post Apocalypse Leathers
Chorrusaegrem Knight Armor
Kit Otomo
Grocer Apron
Managerial Suit
Grease Monkey
Nayun
Biker Outfit
Yukata
Promahster
Master's Armor
Street Clothes
Seirichi
Tamujin Armor
Bedtime Clothes
Torn Adenna Ball Dress
Corea
Wong General's Bodysuit
Richter Belmont Halloween Costume
Space Bodysuit
Final Moments Dyarhk
White Shirt
Purple Shirt
Hoodie
Silver Rainbow Tunic
Huyglen Rancher
Cassandra Black
Glamorous Gown
Johnnie
Shirtless
White Jeans and Shirt
Shirtless w/ Red Pants
Nordem Sparks
Champion Clothes
Sweats
Shirtless
Blue Trunks
Dedorroh
Kokuoh-Go Skin
White Palette
Tetch
Jeans w/ Bikini Top
Nyijs Leathers
Nima
Pop Idol Outfit
Witch Outfit
Lilith of Liltu Outfit
Bathing Suit underneath Shirt and Short Shorts
Rahea
King's Clothes
Sneak Suit
Armand Belgarde
Blood Cloak
Glow Cloak
Cursed Cloak
Celestial
Hoodie Down
Hoodie Up
Hoodie Unzipped w/ exposed torso
Date Dress w/ bell necklace
Jessica Wong
Doctor's Outfit
Lab Coat
Evening Gown
Fox
Formal Teatime Fox
Lantern Vendor
Mage
Rave Clothes
Abastumanani Outfit
Daichi
King of Adenna
Flower Moon Toga

Stages!!


Critical Mass Huyglen
The Jazz Club
Belgarde Castle
Valentine Castle
The Epyllion Bridge
The Kurgan Underbelly
Motegre Scaffolding
Otomo's
Biodome Ruins
Biodome Arcade, Day
Alfonso's Sentencing Room
Solucun's Basin, Poolside
Jikangai Orrery
JECO Loading Bay
Wong Compound
Huyglen Fields
Tier 2
Adenna Treasure Room
Lea's Flower Moon
The Rave
Chorrusaegrem Throne Room
Tentegre High Rooftop
Adenna Arcade
Biodome Arcade, Night
The Kurgan Arcade Room
Siovanui Temple
Biodome Grand Prix
Nyijs
The Bone Well
Sparks Arena
Robin's Nest Boxing Gym
Solucun's Basin, The Illusio
Biodome Arcade, Night
Battlefield of the Fallen, Final
Chains of Ko'Rudoche
Kamonbak's Hilt

Thirty people would, ideally, not take up so much room in this very spacious observatory known as 'The Promenade of Stars', but accounting for egos and suddenly there was very little room in the chamber.

?You!! How dare you cast a glance in my direction?!? Promahster demanded of the enthusiastic Searcher.

?Guilty as charged. But well worth it I think if it's a new acquaintance I stand to make. Nice to meet you! I'm Sea?? he began, holding out his hand to shake the other man's before he was cut-off.

?There await a hundred years of agony in forge-bathed chains for each word you insult upon my ears!? Promahster pointed out at him, who only blinked back before smiling.

?I always say that behind each death threat is a friend waiting to be made.? Searcher simplified matters, and again held out his hand, only this time it was swatted away angrily.

Tetch, watching over nearby with her wife, had heard enough. She stormed over and stuck out a finger immediately on par with Promahster's own that had been pointed at Searcher.

?You're a big man, aren't you,? She asked, not looking for an answer. ?You should pick on someone as mean as you are.? poking him in the chest.

?You conceive to lay a finger upon me?? Promahster asked unbelieving.

?Yes! My Ichi, Protector of the Weak!? Lilith cheered, jumping enthusiastically a total of two hops.

While the two powers argued with a meager onlooking crowd, Kit Otomo had garnered his own following, and for much softer entertainment at that.

?You see, managing a store that people will return to is not a complicated task. I do nothing special or extraordinary, I don't think. You must simply provide for your consumers with love and care, and responsibly maintain an inventory that's helpful. Don't stock it with things you think people need, stock it with things you know people need. Like a parent, you have to be a strong provider who knows what's best, and you'll be paid back in full with a returning clientele.? Kit nodded his grinning head after imparting such invaluable advice that sparkled just like the star glimmers that glinted around his smile.

Among his listeners had been Armand Belgarde, Jessica Wong and Jen the seraph.

?Love and care?? Jessica Wong queried with one eye open wider than the other as if she had never heard the concept before. ?Go on...? she added more quietly.

Over the way had been Lea Cainn and Declan DonEvans, the former of whom was casting lasers of furious anger from her eyes in the direction of her father, Fox, who was trying to steal all of Declan's attention away from her.

?Declan, we should explore this vast new space we've found ourselves in. Even I do not know what awaits us here,? Fox said, holding onto his arm and trying to tug him toward one of the large, extensive views of outer space.

Lea quickly grabbed his other arm and just as fast won him back in a briefly fought tug of war. She switched her face of warfare off and returned sweet to the man before her. ?Declan, do not listen to him. All you require is to stay here with me.? pulling his arm, and in-effect him, against her.

Declan sighed quickly, staring at her for a long while as he freed his arm to place it down on her blond head. ?You know he's just trying to upset you. You don't have to worry about me going anywhere, for what that's worth considering what's just happened.? He cast a look around the place again as his arm was again captured in a hug-like seizure.

?That is my daughter,? Fox began, releasing Declan and this whole facade in favor of a composed and cool stance looking off to the side. ?This is how I can confirm your love is real. It is ever-present. I am truly envious of you children.?

?Fox! Get out of here!? Declan rose his arm holding Yasuragi, the pink-blooded and double-edged katana of Lea, to which Fox brought his hands up in surrender while snickering like mad.

?I am glad though, Declan. Look how easy it is to see,? Lea cupped a blushed cheek of hers, ?Throughout history people have been difficult to read, but you and I are not.? She sighed dreamily before hugging him tightly.

?Hey! Don't be so relaxed! We don't even know where we are or what kind of situation we're in!? Declan protested during the losing battle.

More near the front of the 30 was Nordem Sparks, The Fists That Changed the World, and Kamonbak, both of whom had a cross-armed aura about them; especially Kamonbak, since he had no arms to cross being that he was an odachi, so the exuded aura was especially significant.

?Can?t say anything like this has ever happened to me before... but I can?t say it hasn?t, either.? Nordem said to the sword while keeping his eyes to the many stars overhead.

?There is no sense in getting rambunctious or too excited. Nothing like this happens without a reason; it just remains to be seen.? Kamonbak wisely stated. It made Nordem laugh a grin out.

?You?re pretty sharp.? Nordem quipped, and when the sword replied he only smiled brighter.

?Ha. Ha.?

Two more groups remained, and one had been the group of the noisy Cadence Valentine and the much quieter Battle Prophet, Mage.

His enormous in length All-Killer sword had been drawn and held out while a stern look wore on his face down to the jumping up and down, tantrum-throwing little girl.

?You will give me your sword! Give it! Give it! Give ???

Mage released the sword which made the young vampire disappear seemingly, though weak struggling had been noticeable beneath the sword on the floor.

The final two in the room were Rahea, an elder of Adenna, and Nadia, a wife of Promahster. They made agreeable company by one of the other window spaces and with that breathtaking view of space no matter which view you had been at.

He removed his ninja veil to speak and, in doing so, exposed a sharp-pointed white beard. ?For an old person like me, things like this are exciting. I?ve lived a long life. Anything that comes at me now is just a chance to reach greatness again. Nothing to lose, and everything to gain.? He gazed off into space with his lively eyes showing in the center of such wrinkled brows and cheeks.

Nadia was colored impressed, and quietly smiled to his wise and elderly assertion. ?You sound very brave right now in the face of this unknown situation. That is surely admirable.? She laughed lightly to hide her own fear of the predicament.

Rahea looked at her, ?You have nothing to be afraid of. We all will depart when we are ready...and not a moment before. I do not think your moment has come yet.? the old man smiled which lifted his beard and sides of his mustache, both of which were comforting to Nadia.

Oink!

Everyone looked.

In the only space that even remotely looked to shew a way out did two great sun-colored doors open. From behind them stood a clean pink pig, and it did ?speak? for quite some time. When it ceased, a great silence filled the room of 30.

Alfonso Carlson Avery, who stood among them, stepped up with a maleficent grin on his face. ?I don't know what has you all spooked by Bacon Bits here, but he doesn't scare me,? He said, removing the eyepatch from his eye to expose the kraken-like tentacles of ship-captain poetry.

When he moved to consume the pig, and by all rights easily should have, the pig discharged a great reserve of energy that quaked out in a visible and hot ring of wind while hot steel-colored yellow. This was something everyone anticipated but Alfonso, who, after the clearing, was visibly scorched, smoking and lifeless on the floor with a confused smile permanently upon his face.

?Attention, everyone,? the pig began in a tongue everyone could understand. ?You must all be wondering why you have been summoned here. I am here to tell you just that.?

?Pig...? Nayun quietly whispered, drawing the attention of the shrouded Celestial her way.

?That is right. I am a pig,? it spoke, surprising Nayun. ?I am sure some of you are already piecing together what is going on with your unique abilities. Mage,? the pig looked to him. ?You must already suspect what is happening.?

Mage finally lifted the sword from the utterly pinned Cadence. ?Yes, my Future's Gaze has shown me several things I have already seen unfold.?

The pig nodded. ?Anyone else?? it looked around.

Fox rose his hand with a confused sort of look. ?Kind of??

Daichi tipped his chin up. ?Same.?

The pig nodded in understanding to them both. ?I see. My name is Winkie, and like you all, I too have been selected to be here. A legendary tournament is to take place; a fight to the death where you thirty will each vie for the ultimate prize: to be escorted to The Last Great Heaven.?

Kit Otomo lowered his aggravation-ridden face into his hand.

Several of the 30 made some preparations for the likelihood they would be entering combat at any moment. Lea Cainn and Declan DonEvans, caretakers of each other's swords, exchanged katanas. Alfonso sat up, still smoking, and worked on diminishing that grimace from his face.

Aurast gulped and looked on in shock, but remained quiet.

?You reek of the Submissive Identity.? Rohkan mumbled in disgust.

?You are a lucky man! I wish I could observe this legend in the making!? Searcher complimented Aurast's direction.

?You'll just have to make the best of this situation, Aurast. We all will.? Dyarhk shot him a thumbs-up.

?Wahh-hah!? Aurast cried to everyone. ?I don't want to do this! I don't even know what witnessing all these fights means! Does anyone else want to do it??? He pleaded for a replacement for him.

Before anyone could speak up, Winkie had, ?You cannot relinquish your duty, just like I cannot. There are frightening repercussions in place for violators of the official rules.?

?That sounds kind of important, man!? Aurast replied in a pleading sort of way. ?Is there anything else we should know so we don't explode or something??

Winkie closed his eyes in understanding with the rules. ?I have told you all all that you need to know. The rest lies in your performances in the tournament. This is likely the only time that you all will be together before the first rounds begin. I would take this time to cherish life. And tie up any loose ends.?

Promahster looked over to his immediate right and stared for a moment at Aurast before smacking him across the face, eliciting a very high-pitched shriek in retreat from the taller man.

?Very well,? Winkie rose his front legs up like two arms. ?You are ready. The first round begins now! Eliminate your opponents, or they will eliminate you. Mercy exists in some other tournament, but not this one. Jeopardize your prize at your own risk. Maintain its purity by maintaining the rules. The prize can only be paid in the lives of the fallen... so I suggest the lot of you start employing tripping tactics,? a glare. ?Good luck!?

Everyone shot cautious looks at one another.

The tournament had begun.

Phasing back on-board the All World Final Clash spaceship, in the Promenade of Stars, some of the Tournament Fighters that have already completed their fights took notice of Lea's return alone.

Kit Otomo was here, proving he had won his fight with Lilith already. He quietly sat on one of the many window ledges off to himself, twirling his unsheathed sword standing on its tip over and over. A moment of silence was doing him quite well.

Corea and Rahea, both callers of home to Adenna, knew that the sight of this woman, Lea Cainn, meant that her opponent, Nayun, had to have been slain. But it was not until the woman ran over to Declan giddy and opened her mouth that Corea began to weep.

?Declan! I won my fight!? Grabbing his hand and pulling it into her.

She remained very happy while those around her: Rahea, Kit, and Celestial all remained respectful and quiet of the fallen, each of them having dispatched their opponents as well.

?Yeah. Me too.? Declan replied, turning his taken hand into a mutual handholding. ?At least we get to wait a while before the second round starts. I think we can return to the planet for a while, but we'll be called back eventually.?

?Will you take me somewhere fun when we get back?? She asked, returning their held hands back into one favoring his in her possession. It just happened naturally.

?Of course.? he dipped his head, eliciting a fit of eagerness and happiness from the Flower Moon Princess.

Corea continued to mourn over her children's fallen babysitter.

Kit did look up briefly before returning his look back down to the idle spinning of his sword.

Winner: Ellea Shanoa Cainn

Weaving out of the way only worked so many times before he was being forced to leap back, and even then he still did not get away unharmed. A bloody line went across his bushy chest that he looked none too happy to see. But it was well time for an interactive stage change.

The planet going critical caused a large split to run through the forest and uprise it and unleash torrents of ocean water up, causing both opponents to retreat to one of the few remaining land masses that still rockily remained afloat. Golden lightning rained down constantly, as did heavy rain amidst the entourage of hurricanes in the distance.

Johnnie wrapped his belt around his fist and prepared a boxer's stance while Jessica's evil smile made out much clearer than her rain-spattered glasses. She placed a hand on the hip of her labcoat and welcomed with curiosity the effort that Johnnie had just then launched forward with.

A combo of several movements and punches spun Johnnie into scoring his first hit, punching with his magic-imbued belt right into the gut of Jessica Wong. She shot forward and hunched, coughing out saliva unnoticeably with all the rain. Johnnie maintained strong post-punch stance into her, but something was amiss.

What Johnnie mistook for coughing was actually laughing. He also mistook her taking hold of his arm for support after that heavy blow when she was actually inoculating it with her special genetic takeover virus strain.

She stood back perfect and unharmed to watch Johnnie retreat and behold his arm that was quickly discoloring to erosion. He frowned angrily, but Jessica only cackled even audible over the raging storm.

?I'll save enough of you to pull samples from at least!? she hollered over the loud thunder, making sure to time her fancy line without time for him to say anything back as longer able to. What remained of him that Jessica pursued was locked in hanging back container walls that rushed Johnnie only when there was no chance of him being able to refuse.

Sealed, the container shrunk and shrunk until it blinked up like a starlight line back to her lab leaving Jessica alone.

The only other lifeform still alive on the planet had been Aurast wailing and moaning holding onto one of the last trees that was fighting to keep its roots held in the earth just about as hard as Aurast was trying to hold onto it.

They both arrived back on the Promenade of Stars drenched, something that Jessica has her microscopic tech simulate wind and blowdry her back to a dry and most pleasant appearance. Aurast however had no such powers or allies with such powers, and had to drip and remove twigs and leaves from his person of his own labor.

?Why can I not just die?? He complained to himself, draining a large amount of water by wringing his shirt.

Searcher chuckled at his expense.

Winner: Jessica Wong

Allowing the stab into his very hand, the course was guided off, and Rohkan's own broken sword was left open. A most vicious looking frown was adorn his face before he stabbed the misshapen weapon into the vampire's own throat. Because it was not ideal for cutting in its state, it made the cut that it had made all the more gruesome by how it remained imbedded in the center of his throat. In a unison with the spray of blood, Armand similarly gurgled and moaned, but he did not fall. That would only come at the assistance of Rohkan who kicked his knees to fall.

Looking down to his opponent now, he removed the attractive sword from his hand with such perfect skin. A finishing downward stab was given to the center of Armand Belgarde's chest before leaving it there and then Rohkan holding his arms out, expecting to be returned to the chamber and awaiting the other opponents.

?I have bested what you saw a fitting match for me. Who now will you give me!? I will show them the same as this man.? Rohkan pointed to the corpse of Armand.

?Savage!? Aurast shouted, but Rohkan coolly turned and regarded him.

?I would hope I were not your next opponent... if I were you.?

Again Aurast yelped, but their attention seemed to go elsewhere when the temple itself began to rumble and sprinkle down chips and pebbles and grains of stone from the foundation itself. Coming after these opening numbers were larger pieces of the tower, crashing down and blasting large pieces of stone in quaking bangs.

The temple began to fill with light as this went on, and before the whole thing could come crashing down, the remaining two, Aurast and Rohkan, were returned to the Promenade of Stars.

Rohkan walked over to a spot after regarding the others very briefly, but Aurast looked more in shock; sad, even.

Seiri, whom had Corea resting her head on her shoulder down against one of the back observatory windows, noticed that her friend Aurast did not look so well, so she turned to Corea and kissed her crown and whispered to her that she would be right back.

Getting up, she went over to Aurast and stopped before him some steps to regard this unusual demeanor he wore. ?Aurast... are you alright?? she whispered.

Aurast took a deep breath and then another and then a third. He didn't make eye-contact with Seiri yet. He only tried to make sense of what to tell himself before he would even consider telling Seiri what it was that was ailing him.

?Hey,? she smacked him on the arm. ?Tell me.? Asking seriously out of concern now.?

?I couldn't save him...? Aurast murmured.

?Who??

?Agro...? he began, ?Being in that place I was just in, Seiri... you wouldn't believe it... the memories that resurfaced before me. He didn't have to sacrifice himself, Seiri. We both could have made it. And dammit... I could have saved him, too. I don't know why I hesitated when the bridge collapsed.?

?What the hell are you talking about?? Seiri asked a bit closer, and a bit angrier.

?Shadow of the Colossus, Seiri... Shadow of the Colossus.?

Seiri listened to him and couldn't believe he had said what he had. She sniffed as a preparatory step to kicking someone's a*s. Aurast was most deserving of it after leading her on like that... like someone in the family died, which was not beyond happening in this setting. But then it hit her, perhaps she should tell him this ahead of kicking his a*s. ?Have you never beat the game all the way, Aurast??

?Huh? I've gotten to the sixteenth colossus. But I can't beat that guy. He's a superd*ck.? He replied.

Seiri smacked him on the arm again. ?The horse comes back at the end, stupid. Trust me, me and Kara went through that whole thing together. Try finishing what you started, like a real man.? She hmph'd at him before wrapping her arm around his head and tugging it into her boobs for the drag back to Corea.

?Are you serious?? Agro! You're alive! You son of a b*tch ? you're alive!!?

Winner: Rohkan

?I will wager you are terrified, aren't you? That is understandable. Do you know who I am and what all I have done? It is enough to quiver any man's knees. Just my very presence in the same room as yours should be enough to send you over the edge. Not only that, but I happen to know this room extensively, since it is from my universe. Now that you know what a huge advantage I have, I will bet you would like for me to end it swiftly for you? If it is a quick and painless death you are after, I am not beyond offerings of such mercy.? Lilith said, very egotistically and very comfortably from a hidden location.

Kit, a bit angrier now, continued to look for his opponent to reveal herself; all the while keeping the location of his grandfather's sword known and making sure that if he was going to go after it, that he would be able to.

After a long enough pause, Lilith pouted her bottom lip out. ?If you are not going to say anything then my taunting and teasing you and offering you mercy is not fun! Say something!? she got a bit angry, and realized that he had drawn this out in her. She pulled it back, and put her sweet face on. ?Very well... I will send out my weapon to face you. Maybe beholding one of my personal items will be enough to get you to beg for your life.?

Stomping out from a treasure nook was a Goliathan man wearing only a skirt, and brandishing a mighty blade over his shoulder. His movements in that confined space were slow, but when he had turned to face Kit in the more open hallway with the second balcony only just above his full height, he stopped and left his top speed in this newer space completely up in the air until he would move again.

Kit pieced it together; he must have been the one who threw the spear. But he couldn't be certain. He looked around again a few more times, trying to formulate a plan while that wrist of his was starting to hurt just a little bit now.
'Damn.' he thought while he shook his wrist. 'That shock absorption hurt that much?' Truly, he couldn't play around with this match. It would be the end of him. But he was still keeping quiet.

Lilith couldn't take it anymore. She ballooned her cheeks out of sight and chose not to remain there any longer. She stomped out, walking upon loose coins and jewels carelessly and with her mean eyes upon Kit all the way to standing before her giant servant. She slammed her hands down upon her hips.

?What is wrong with you!? Can you not speak?! You are supposed to be horrified! I am Lilith! I have just as many people in fear of my name as my beloved ? ? Lilith began saying before becoming surprised by the man suddenly bolting off another direction with very impressive speed.

Kit wore a very serious face, dashing for his grandfather's sword. He had guessed right if he was still alive now then he would definitely make it all the way to his sword. He dove for it and behind one of the large statues long before another of the decorative spears slammed into the wall of the fountain between two of the other statues.

?How dare you run away when I am talking to you!? Lilith pouted.

When Kit stood, he still disregarded the enormous servant behind him as he was collecting his thoughts and recovering after taking the life of a woman who did not seem at all that evil. But it was the decision that he felt he had to make, and undoubtedly he would be questioning that decision later on.

The servant was disappearing into black ash at that moment, and it was something Kit only noticed as he turned around and looked somewhat cautious in going around him to reclaim the scabbard his grandfather always kept his sword in.

Heading down the quiet treasure corridor, he again went on guard when he saw another person around the corner, pointing his sword at him.

?Don't kill me! Don't kill me!? Aurast pleaded. ?I'm the guy that was chosen to witness all the fights, remember? I got here when you guys did!? he begged for understanding, and it seemed he found it when Kit still kept on-guard until he had passed him, and then continued on his way back to those fountain statues.

?Hey. Hey! That was gruesome, man. You gutted her without batting an eye,? Aurast said, keeping up with him at a reasonable distance, and looking back to Lilith's body when he had mentioned it.

?There's no time to bat an eye in this tournament. If you do then that's a hesitation when your opponent hasn't hesitated. That difference is life and death. It's not pleasant, but it was either her or me, and I made my decision.? Kit slammed the sword home in its sheath.

Aurast was quiet a little while as he said that, but ultimately sighed, understanding him. ?I see. There's a lot of places to hide here, that's why you couldn't find her. This place is also apart of my universe. That's why you haven't seen me until now. I know all the hiding places, too.? He chuckled, but it didn't sound genuine. He was just trying to dispel some of that awkward tension of recent-death.

Kit appraised Aurast now that things were a bit calmer, but sighed silently before passing him.

?Hey, where are you going?? Aurast asked.

Kit flicked a coin back to Aurast. ?I'm going to walk around until I get called back.?

?What's this for?? Aurast asked after catching the coin.

?Make a wish and toss it into the fountain. It worked for me.? He said.

Aurast curiously watched him depart before looking down the coin and analyzing the treasure in all its detail.

Winner: Kit Otomo

Searcher seemed to be in contemplation. He looked over his shoulder and back down to the woman a few times before calling down to her with a sigh. ?Okay. You sound serious. Shall I come down or you come up??

?Don't bother. I can be up in a second.? Nadia said, phasing out of sight and phasing right back in a blur before him on the extended arm of the unit. ?Now. Enough of these games. Face me.?

Searcher blinked honestly before looking to what she had been standing on, ever mapping out where he'd go next and where he'd stand and where he'd go after that if any number of things happened. ?Alright. Let's at least tell each other our names, though.? He walked out on the arm's shoulder and stood there figuring that was a good enough spot.

The woman saw no problem with that. ?My name is Nadia.?

Searcher smiled. ?What a beautiful name. Who gave it to you? Your mother? I've known two Nadia's before, and they were both wonderful people. And I can safely place you in the same category ? ?

? ? Enough!? she interrupted. ?Tell me your name!?

He blinked a few times at the surprising interruption. But when asked his own name, he returned to his happiness. ?I am Searcher. I am the Inspiration of Heroes, did you know?? I don't know why, myself. But I hear it is because I go on so many adventures. I would be happy to tell you the story of a few of them after this if you have the time ? ?

Again, he would be interrupted, this time by a very deep-sounding voice of a powerful origin. ? ? No more!? Her hair ceased the brief free-floating it had been doing, resonating with the power and fury from within her that had slipped out. ?You now know my name, and I yours. Now we can begin. Prepare yourself. Draw your weapon.?

?Okay.? Searcher replies, removing his sword from his side by the golden hilt, and exposing the electric blue orb separating it and its crystal-white blade.

Nadia smirks, seeing this. ?I do not suspect there will be any shortage of unique swords in this tournament.?

?Swords that are not unique would not win tournaments like this.? Searcher replied, dropping into his ready stance and beckoning her toward him. ?Allow me to inspire you.?

Nadia clenched her teeth before moving forward after him then. But the first move went to Searcher when he cleanly cut the arm from the JECO Unit and leaping back to the undamaged torso of the suit.

Nadia lost balance quite badly, but not for long. Initiating her high speed ability once more, she vanished from the falling arm before it crashed and appeared before Searcher and brought the two into a sword lock.

?As I thought,? Nadia began. ?You are no here human.?

?I suppose I am not. I do not do what most humans do,? he began steering the lock in his favor. ?But apart from that I am exactly the same as they are.? he shoved her back.

The conveyors picked up again and the suit they were upon began moving through a dark garage passage and out the other end, but before that both of their swords had illuminated the darkness their two colors of red and blue.

?I cannot lose to a cheery fool like you.? Nadia complained.

?Well you have not lost yet. I will tell you this advice, talk like you will win, and you will. Talk like you might lose, and defeat is almost certain.? Searcher lectured before their distance was closed once more.

Nadia took an impressive lead, sending Searcher back several steps and even cleaving his golden shoulder armor off of his person.

With his shoulder exposed, he stared on at the woman before him while a gust from this spacious hangar blew his short black hair. The suit they rode upon came to another stop along its predestined tour in-front of a unit that was being welded by robotic arms from the ceiling. Searcher nor Nadia took any notice to this, never taking their eyes off the other.

?You're fighting for something a lot more important than just your life... what is it?? Searcher questioned seriously over to her in a softer voice.

?No! No more talk! Fight me!? Nadia demanded.

?No!? Searcher quickly fired back out. It surprised Nadia so that she gasped quietly at his insistence. ?We are fighting to the death... are we not?? He angrily glared. ?You owe it to me to tell me what you'd kill me for. Tell it to me so I can try as hard as you deserve. Until then...? he stabs his sword down into the JECO Unit very powerfully and takes two steps back, showing his vulnerability proudly.

Searcher reached his armored hand for her last remaining glimmers, but they were all gone, and with his newfound isolation, Aurast revealed himself up on the ceiling maintenance catwalk.

?Good job! Now can we get out of here!?? He shouted.

Searcher took his sword back up that connected gold hilt and white blade by blue electric ball and looked up at him. ?I presume we will return to the observatory momentarily. What are you doing up there?? he asked.

?Watching from a safe distance, of course.? he replied, nervous and unmoving from a large steel pipe he hugged onto tightly.

?Afraid of heights?? Searcher asked.

?You tell me!? Aurast replied, assuming how he must have looked was answer enough.

The two would soon dematerialize from the space dock and return to the Promenade of Stars on-board Megabolond's spaceship. Aurast looked weary like an overworked warehouse staff and Searcher bothered with a very emotional quandary. The two split up and headed for peaceful spaces to think and recuperate in privacy, but Seirichi didn't look to leave the golden-armored man alone just yet.

?Hey, you,? she said, having returned from her match as well. ?Cheer up. You're not dead.? she came along side him and walked with him wherever he was going.

He looked at her curiously. ?Why do you want to cheer me up?? he asked honestly.

?Because! You're just not dressed for the whole depressed look. Whatever you did in your fight you did cause you had to. Don't be a little sissy about it. This is survival.? Seiri explained with a constant sort of happy. This whole tournament was a subject she understood.

Searcher, young and still easily influenced, processed what she said and nodded all along to it. ?Thank you.?

She happily turned his hair into a mess, ?I like you.?

He grabbed her hand after some time of it becoming annoying and causing one of his eyes to close with aggravation. ?IYes, well. That's nice.? returning her hand to her while she laughed.

Winner: Searcher

Silence filled the ?Been Sinnin' Inn? and Jen did look around to give the look of what these people should see of someone who can cut down a man of such unknown mystery. But while she did this, the red eye of Declan down in-line with the floor gazed boringly on down the rest of the floor until he would heave in a deep breath.

?That was nothing I haven't already gone through in more severity.? he pushed up and did so casually. When he looked her again, he looked her deathly serious. ?What I am filled with has more life than creation itself. It is an undying flame. So if you cannot douse it, then that means I am meant to stifle your own.? he swung his sword back.

? ? No! Wait!? Jen cried.

Declan swung the blade across her with his anger, and when the cut had ended, so had the celestial second-in-command of Rohkan's armies.

He stood straight and resheathed Nokosu quietly. Gazing around at the patrons who then slowly began to clap until the lot of them were applauding.

Declan tried to talk over them, ?Sorry for disturbance. I'll be leaving soon,? reaching down to take up the flaming sword. He then impaled it in a table strongly enough to stand on its own. ?This should fetch a decent amount of money for the damages we caused. I would sell it.? His departing words, which seemed to get a needless nod out of the dark-skinned beauty of a proprietor.

?I gotta tell you man,? Aurast began, standing up from one of the tables, clapping, ?It's freaky whatever your power is... and she won't even get to know what it is.? He looked down at the remains of her. ?I'm half-surprised she didn't explode into light or something... leave no traces behind, you know? You superguys usually do stuff like that.?

?If you know what my power is... then I trust you. No one knows what my power is.? Declan said, sticking the katana in the back of his belt.

?Freaky and scary. Mm,? Aurast tisked, trying to pull the sword from the table before his hand was smacked by the quiet young woman with all the facial piercings, who had remained very quiet up until now. Nevertheless, Aurast recoiled with the surprise.

?What awaits us poor performers now, I wonder.? Declan said, gazing all through the rafters while awaiting the transportation ? as if looking for where the transportation might even begin from.

?Who knows, man... I just go with it. When it's time to go, we'll ? ? Aurast began, just as they would be taken away and sent back to the Promenade of Stars.

Aurast arrived, and there was only a handful of second round fighters present right now. He slowly went down to a knee and then placed a hand on the polished floor of the spaceship, and then allowed himself to almost hydraulic-like descend down to a laying position and enjoy this peacetime between witnessing matches.

Declan walked to a windowless wall and investigated the hole in his sleek black clothing that had been both cut and charred by the flaming edge. It showed no blood or puncture wound now, and only showed his ordinary chest. He struck lean like he had before he was sent here and awaited the return of Lea.

Winner: Declan DonEvans

Ring! Ring! Ring!

The lunch bell.

All the students ran from their classes to the cafeteria and some to their lockers where they had lunches waiting for them. Some went outside to eat there, some went further to go down the street and eat off campus for the lengthy hour lunch break that was given out at Tentegre High.

Up on the rooftop, Alfonso and Dedorroh faced each other on the fully vacant space that left the former looking completely dumbfounded.

?How come we are the only ones here?? He asked.

Dedorroh huffed.

?Whatever this strange phenomenon, it is unimportant. We have obviously been selected as opponents. Why you are in this tournament is beyond my understanding...? he made lazy his one eye and let out a deep breath, unsure of how to go about this in a cool way because it had been a horse he was up against after all. ? ? but I'll have to make the best of it, I guess.?

Dedorroh huffed.

?Very well,? Alfonso pocketed his hands again before sleeking his hair back into its usual awesome flame-like shape. ?Shall we get on with it??

Dedorroh again huffed.

?Begone, beast!? Alfonso cast out his hand in annoyance, which summoned of its standalone presence, the Dreaded Hangnail of Zeus polearm to spin like a needle on a compass superimposed over a violet occult diagram before firing powerful lasers that knocked the horse back.

Dedorroh could take damage and not show it, and that was precisely what he had done here, looking unharmed in his comeback to the Walking Prison as he began to build up a sprint and then full-on charge into the eyepatched man who caught him by the muzzle.

The Huyglen horse did succeed in pushing back his opponent some many yards, but ultimately he was stopped, and Alfonso was able to toss him aside.

?I will not be beaten by a f*cking horse!? he pointed out to the large animal, angrily.

Dedorroh watched him, huffing all the while trying to formulate a new plan. That was when his father, Andorroh, came to him in a premonition and told him that he had really not gotten this weak, had he?

It got Dedorroh thinking before he was reminded of his special technique. He struck ready pose before Japanese symbols lit ablaze before him and forewarned of the special maneuver.

?Huh?!? Alfonso watched this in a stupor.

The Warhorse of Prophecy raced into Alfonso before turning still in motion to deliver a powerful moving back-kick to Alfonso with both hind legs. Alfonso went flying straight into the chain-link fence at the back, denting it greatly.

He lay there like a dead man for some time before weakly bringing his head back up to gaze upon the horse again. He looked dumbfounded still that this horse was capable of doing what it had. He rose, slowly, and took his time returning to an acceptable space of the roof to continue their fight.

He removed from his pocket the smashed iPod and showed it to Dedorroh before tossing it and its headphones bound to it, aside. ?I'll make you pay for that.?

Fight 14: Cadence Valentine vs Tetch


The sounds of the harpsichord eerily invites the onlookers from the forest through a view of black needles as tree limbs, grown to gargantuan size by the haunting full moon, to Castle Belgarde ? estate of the Belgarde bloodline.

The castle was a tall one, and equally long as it had been modified time and again from different generations who discovered mystical furnishings suited for their own rooms and halls and entire wings.

The central lobby was one that furnished the most light because it saw the most life. Where souls that were warm and not lost did not wander were places of this castle that were darkest. Entering the castle brought you into this foyer that stood before the grand stairway up to the second floor of rooms. A deep blood red carpet covered every space of floor, and perched statues of horrible things made you feel uneasy if you were to consider touching them.

It was a look of a place that told no one lived here, and yet that harpsichord played throughout the large open space and filled the domed ceiling high up and was awarded an echo by it. It was the sort of instrument best-suited for a place like this, and whoever it had been that was playing it did so with a certain melancholy that was not at all hard to believe.

In the lobby from the right side which would eventually lead to the dining room, a swirling white opening began to form, and out from it walked a very airsick-looking Techichi. She held onto her head while frowning as one might at annoying turbulence and without a dietary supplement to take to properly sate an upset stomach.

?I will never get used to boom tubes,? Tetch grumbled before learning of her new location. ?Who died in here??

Her attention was won anew across from her where an identical travelway was opened from the Promenade of Stars, from Megabolond and his ridiculous tournament, and produced a young child, a girl, hopping forthwith and having the opposite of Tetch's reaction to the castle.

?That blood,? she cutely sniffed. ?So this is the headquarters of my Belgarde enemies! Hmph! It is a pathetic townhouse compared to my illustrious Valentine mansion...? she said with distaste of her surroundings, but an eye of her closed and offended pair did open, unable to ignore a certain gargoyle. ?...But I would not mind taking this.?

Tetch watched her as she tried to physically move the statue with hand on her hip. She huffed out from her luscious lips. ?This cannot be my opponent.?

Cadence's attention was won by the Siovanui women then. ?Oh~? Are you who I must defeat to progress in this tournament?? sizing her up before grinning evilly, ?You do not look so tough, eheheh~! You are very pretty, though. I will make you into my BEST hairdresser! And you will brush it ten times a day~!? Cadence held out all ten of the fingers on her hands to show the enthusiasm of her idea to the woman.

Tetch scoffed at the idea, but found her confidence humorous. ?Brat. I've got granddaughters that are tougher than you, and dogs who are smarter.? she looked off to the staircase, thinking she sensed a presence, but thought little of it.

Cadence ballooned her cheeks in an attempt to turn them red and make fiercer her eyes look. ?How dare you say such mean things to a little girl! You are a horrible adult!?

Tetch laughed, ?I only care about my kids. F*ck everyone else's.? she made a c*cky grin and similarly c*cked that hip out further in her stance to further antagonize the young Valentine.

?I take back my offer to make you my hairmaiden! You will die instead for your insults!!? Cadence pointed out her pale and delicate little finger, but Tetch shut her up.

?Sshh,? she quickly hissed while looking again to that staircase. ?...Who's there??

Tetch rushed after the young girl again in this charged up form.

Cadence looked worried by what she may have been capable of, perhaps sweating lightly, but she was not without plans. She laughed quickly in a sudden moment, deciding to enlighten upon Tetch the trap that she had laid for her.

?Ho ho ho~!! You play right into my hand! Feast on her and leave nothing left, my servants~!? Cadence commanded, calling down her vampire bats to Tetch. It was a laughable move as they began to incinerate upon reaching a certain proximity to her, but not all did so. Some got further than others.

Some of Cadence's bats managed to actually reach Tetch's body, and then they would incinerate there. But there were more; always more. Ones that reached her body and were able to linger there for a time, feasted, not upon Tetch, but upon her energy. They ate full meals that turned their entire forms to a molten color. They feasted on her energy until it burned them away from the inside.

The bats were numerous enough that they had slowed Tetch, and this allowed for an even greater conjure from Cadence, calling in her entire bat familiar army. The bats that dispersed into the air paved way for the ones that got to leech less-fiery energy, and fall to the floor and turn to ash there.

Those bats paved the way for the ones that leeched on the warm, non-lethal Siovanui power. This made them strong, and they would hold the woman, and even more bats could swarm her now, and they completely engulfed her, turning a large black swarming horde of the foyer.

Cadence watched the enormous cluster wriggle like a thousand hatchlings clinging to the abdomen of their eight-legged mother. Cadence knew how long to smother her enemies, and after a time, lifted the summons of her familiars.

What was left was the drained form of Techichi, removed of her armor-like skin that her Siovanui strength made, and covered in bites. She twitched, but remained conscious enough to look disgusted at how she had been beaten.

?It is a pity you will not live to pass on the important lesson you have learned just now... Adults are not the only power, and you do not deserve to call yourself one! You do not deserve that chest you wear!? Cadence scolded the twitching woman, unable to even defend herself verbally.

Cadence sighed, ?I guess I should have called my swarm off sooner so I could educate you properly on your wrongdoings. But I guess it matters not.? the cute little girl crossed her arms.

Beck stood and slowly clapped his hands.

Cadence looked to him.

?I have to say I've never seen a move like that before. You Valentines sure a powerful line of vampire. Ah,? Beck noticed Aurast coming out of the dining hall with a sandwich on a plate. ?I see you found everything.?

Aurast partly confirmed this with the smirk he wore, which partly denied it as well. He lifted the bread on his sandwich, ?Pretty much. Your mustard is a bit strange ? nevermind it was in a pot. That had me lost for about ten minutes.?

Beck smiled, amused.

Max looked at him with shock, ? ? S-Strange!? T-That is an expensive Hirmandaise mustard made with white wine from the distant shore! P-Please... ask me to prepare you a snack instead next time,? the waste of a rare, rich and expensive product was evident in her eyes, so much in-fact to have given her a noticeable stutter temporarily.

Cadence lifted her chin in their direction, looking entirely too adult, and entirely too serious for her little girl body. ?I smell nothing particularly fascinating about the woman beside you. In the servant clothes she is in, I can see why. That man over in the doorway is human. But you... I pick up no trace of anything. Who are you?? Cadence curiously regarded Beck.

Beck shrugged politely as Cadence's transportation ceremony lit the lobby and began to transport her and Aurast back.

?oOi!! Take the sandwich, too!! I haven't gotten to eat it yet!!? Aurast shouted to the portal itself.

?I'm just a refilling cup for this one you called servant, that is all.? Beck gestured over to Maximilian.

The short black-haired chef of Belgarde castle regarded him coldly, but admitted that the mysticism surrounding Beck and his abilities was lost even to her. Still, her relationship with him had been an old one, and now was a time like any other when she would, and did elbow him.

?Oof!? he recoiled, but recovered to wave to the surprised-looking Cadence. ?Farewell!? He made sure to pass the same gesture over to Aurast.

Fight 5: Mage vs Rahea


It was dark. The air was wet. Hot steam was rising out of the manholes in this shady area, and Mage and Aurast stood together before two sunglasses-at-night wearing bodyguards much bigger than them guarding the steel door to an entertainment facility.

Aurast leaned over to Mage, ?You've already see nwhat's behind this door, right? You should be used to this by now.? Handing the bodyguard forty Bison Bucks.

Mage kept his focus ahead, shrugging and popping his neck simultaneously, which also shrugged the giant All-Killer behind his back. ?Doesn't matter how many times I've seen this ? ? Mage spoke back with far less secrecy than Aurast had employed. The two large bodyguards opened the doors, exposing a mob of flesh dancing to rave music. ? ? I'll never get used to it.?

Aurast walked right on in, whereas Mage was given a beefy hand to his shoulder.

?That'll be twenty bones for that, too,? he pointed to the All-Killer.

The moment Mage glared angrily was when Aurast ran back time enough to take the second bodyguard while he had engaged the first. Both men easily chained combos together to chop down the strong doormen and push their unconscious forms to the dirty ground.

?That was more of a fuss than I thought we'd make,? Aurast caught his breath, keeping a curious eye on the bouncers' unconscious forms while Mage headed on inside. ?Hey, wait up!? He ran to catch up.

?It doesn't matter... we'll be out before the fuss gets bigger... I've seen it.? Mage sharpened his eyes on the crowd he was beginning to push into.

Similarly, Aurast was grabbing shoulders and pushing through people. ?Hey, yeah! With your Future's Gaze, right? Why don't you tell me who's gonna win??

? ? I do.?

Aurast looked worried suddenly. ?...Aren't you not supposed to tell anyone what happens because it could happen differently then??

? ? Yep.? Mage replied back just as quick, notably shouting as they had been since entering.

? ? Then why'd you tell me?!? Aurast shouted, abandoning the tremendous effort that was following him in favor of finding a new place to watch this fight, whenever it would happen. He didn't know who Mage's opponent was yet, but he'd find out soon enough. While the element of surprise was still waiting to be sprung, he figured he'd buy some laser toys and acceptably hump a pretty girl before the place was spread in a wide panic.

A mass evacuation began.

Now it was difficult for Rahea to remain on his path to his opponent with the fleeing partiers going the opposite direction. But once the building was emptied, no one stood in his way, and he could run full speed at Mage.

It was unlikely he could get in an effective fight with his weapon, and he would probably only have the first swing to base any faith upon at all, so Mage reeled the sword back in waiting of Rahea. He did swing it, and it was dodged, and that would be the All-Killer's last performance. Mage abandoned it.

With those puncture wounds near his armpit, he was on the decline and everlasting crouch when not defending outright. Making matters worse, Rahea gave no recovery time, attacking his stamina now even though he had not been scoring on him directly.

?Still fresh in your old age...? Mage commented.

?I have to be! ? Some people can see into the future.? Rahea said, no joking at all in his words, but rather a statement of a serious problem. He came after Mage again, forcing him to his enforced bracer and draw his own knife. Somehow, one way or another, a fight between Adennians always came down to the knife.

Rahea observed him, and Mage observed him back.

?Your stance hasn't changed.? Rahea critiqued like the teacher he was known for being.

? ? Because it hasn't failed me yet.?

? ? Because your opponents have failed you. I will show you the flaws in your martial art.?

Rahea came at him with an overhead stab that was caught, and Mage's follow-up thrust was caught at a much lower attack position aimed at Rahea's waist. Now, in this lock, it was Rahea that looked to be on the suffering end.

?Better position doesn't mean anything if you're weaker than I am, old fool.? Mage painfully applied his strength upon Rahea who shared a similar painful expression. Mage's arms were larger, and they were younger, not to mention his size was also considerably larger than Rahea, who was a shorter man.

Mage scored a tipping puncture on Rahea, and signaled to him the time for a plan change. He backed the short distance out of Mage's knife and, limber thing he was, pole-vault-like rose on Mage's arm.

Rahea wrapped his legs around the limb and spun with it, his knife in a position with this hug to eviscerate the entire inside of it. Both men hit the ground in martial art form that the one who knew what he was doing had likely severely injured his opponent. Mage was not out yet, but indeed got up much slower than Rahea.

His leather armguard had partly protected him, and it had partly failed him as he could only move a few of his fingers ? he also took notice to blood pooling in his hand and then running down to the floor in tiny lakelets.

?You faced me anyway... knowing in full I would best you even with your Future's Gaze.? Rahea announced.

Mage kept a straight face, holding onto his arm now with his knife-hand. ?I fought you anyway ? knowing I would win.?

Rahea reverse-gripped his much smaller knife compared to the boar-hunting type blade Mage wielded. ?Your Future's Gaze has never been wrong before... did you break your famously unbroken law, just for this??

He had, but he'd never tell Rahea. It wasn't that he didn't want him to know, but Mage had always suffered knowledge, and wanting the higher state of being that came with a lesser one. In a way, he was fighting both Rahea and his set future, and he was determined to beat them both. ?The fight is not over, Rahea.? Hoping to shut him up and lead him off this track. If that did not, rushing him would.

Fortunate for Mage, Rahea took the bait and led the assault.

The much quicker Rahea made quick work of the slower Mage. The Battle Prophet barely got a second defense in before his weapon hand had its tendon slashed and the knife dropped noisily to the floor.

The killing blow came after Mage's neck, but the musclebound specialist from Abastumanani still had excellence and glory to display in holding back his stab for a second time.

The two men wrestled in the power war for this second time now, and it took them to the floor where it continued in rolls. Letting blood pool into his useless right hand, he flicked it into Rahea's face and distracted him with time enough to place him on the bottom of their fight.

Considering a stomach cut that was more cut than anything else, Rahea was largely uninjured. It was what brought this wrestling match to a mutual and both men on their sides. Rahea was so close to Mage's neck, but the stronger man's grip on his forearm would not let it come closer.

Rahea stiffened his grip, and in a show of formidable wrist strength, launched the knife the short distance that his hand could not travel with it. It was a guaranteed weak move with very minimal strength behind it since it only flew with wrist strength. But it was enough to get the tip of the knife into the side of Mage's neck.

Sickly his blood vacated his throat and his sounds painted the picture almost as well as an internal camera ever might have. These weren't the kinds of deaths that lasted long. Mage fidgeted to his back and kicked some, but that would be all.

Rahea stood up, a little bloodier than entering this fight.

The only other source of light in the room other than the open doors had been the glow-jewelry covered Aurast, who was walking over to stand before this scene. Rahea looked at him when he came over.

?So... it was an all-Adennian match.? Aurast muttered.

?Aurast... did Mage tell you his Future's Gaze prophecy?? Rahea asked with a had-to-know tone.

Aurast blinked, but nodded. ?He did. Why??

Rahea looked back to his body, deciding to return the All-Killer to his hand with some effort. ?Help me with this... Let's finish it, and he can finally have the peace he wanted.? dragging the weapon over to the Battle Prophet with his help.

Fight 1: Promahster vs Celestial


Red warning alarms and danger alerts sounded off on the outer space compound of Tier 2, the exterior shell station of the planet Tirraru. A sophisticated hub, it possessed swiss-cheese like holes in its full encompass of the planet, and controlled sunlight exposure to whatever points of the planet it desired to optimize agriculture and seasonal harvests.

The station's sophistication was state of the art, and it was no lie to say when the alarms were sounding off, that something was wrong.

?Detection: Threat Level 4 (out of 5), NanoDefense utilities at 91%, expected to run out in 00:14:49 ? ?

There would be an end put to the talkative computer's diagnostic reading. The red rectangular screen that served as the Tier Station's physical brain was primitively punctured by a knightly badelaire.

?You will speak only when given permission to,? Promahster enlightened upon the spark-spitting machinery. ?This place is quiet with boredom and it should be filled with an all different silence: the silence of fear.?

He returned his weapon to his hand without the need of taking it himself. It flew into his hand like a magnetic call and was artfully whipped to a downward point as he continued down the space station maintenance corridor that would eventually shew its observation windows, onlooking the great Spirit Core that powered the station.

It was like a golden star, or miniature sun of the same gold color. Also it was rock-like, and not at all a fire or light body. It has physical form, and was constantly being cut by golden lasers pivoting on flexible steel arms around it, antagonizing it, stimulating it to continue producing a high output of usable energy.

Promahster smirked at the sight of this, having been to more advanced worlds and universes where things like this were common.

?Humph!? He scoffed at the Spirit Core. ?Cowardly space-men playing with minerals. You have forgotten the valor and courage of combat. Thinking you are safe out here where only your optimistic dreaming has carried you. You are not worth my time.? The badelaire of Promahster flew from his hand, acting on its own, and spun itself out to cut into the refortified wall to protect the maintenance workers from the Spirit Core radiation.

It was obvious when the hull breach occurred.

The peaceful light of lit metal that was this station wholly turned to red with the blinking warning lights.

?Detection: Threat Level 5. Detection: Threat Level 5. Power Core Exposure Levels Critical. Detection ? ? Another computer brain from an entirely different sector of the tier spoke overhead on the high quality speakers.

Promahster, insulted, glared angrily up at the voice he'd thought he silenced.

?With all your knowledge to swim with stars ? you are still so ignorant.? He stated, unamused and very upset at this act of what he thought was defiance.

?I sense the presence of thousands of souls in this steel ship. I think they will have to serve as a lesson for those who speak out of turn in-front of my omniscient presence.? Promahster touched a simple wall of this ship and began to glow his very own golden color. At his center at at his fingertips where he touched the ship did he glow the brightest of gold, and soon did this energy-like color begin to wave and fluctuate like flame, passing down his arm and to his fingertips.

The metal he touched began to crinkle, and damaged far worse was what looked to be the whole tier. Power failure began to affect the station, and the lights died just in time enough for warnings to speak up again, a third computer this time, in the wake of two deceased maintenance A.I.s.

Promahster had to laugh at this. ?You still speak out of turn?? continuing to channel his awesome power into the tier and overload systems and circuitry. But this would all stop when his attention was won anew by a shadowy figure rushing him.

Promahster looked only just in his new challenger's direction with a heavily insulted glare. ?Unforgivable...? he murmured.

Swiping his hand out, the badelaire whooshed to sever her at the waist, but she had leaped at him and closed their distance in an even quicker instant.

Both opponents vanished before a collision could be made.

Where they were not seen, their invisible pathways were marked by their damage, denting and erupting small and controlled explosions in these maintenance corridors until blasts opened up even more of the Spirit Core to the personnel interior.

Promahster reappeared perfectly balanced atop a gigantic power cable. Likewise, his opponent stood atop the one parallel to it.

?Humph!? Promahster smirked. ?A woman? And you would knowingly attack a being of my omnipotence... foolish.?

The woman stood before him, plainly dressed but also stealthily with a face shrouded by a hooded coat. She kept her chin low so as to shadow her face as much as possible, but she would speak out to the man. ?I ask that we continue our fight without communication. You severed the air supply, and what air remains has now been exposed. I will have to end this as quickly as possible.?

?Oh?? Promahster tilts his head. ?You are bound by mortal chains? Air? Nourishment? Rest? This is a shame. These are all things that are ultimately provided by greater beings, such as I. I emit the energy... the rest of the universes are warmed by it and do not freeze to death. You cannot protect even your own meaningless existence. This is why I am a ruler, and you are a peasant.?

?Are you quite done? We are wasting air.? she said to him plainly.

Promahster beckoned her. ?Whenever you are ready to die. I will at least let you choose its quickness.?

Celestial had a new goal. What she had calculated was Promahster already defeated, but she still had to survive the aftermath because she suspected that things would not simply 'cut off' after she had won, and the station may be in a very dire situation by that point.

? ? huhh!!? Celestial received her first hit of the fight with a tackling Promahster through yet another blasted hole in the wall. Her speed was accounting for very little now with him dying every second, but becoming stronger with every second as well.

?You've concocted something clever ? I'll give you that. But it doesn't change anything, woman. It just means I have to defeat you quickly. I don't see this being a problem any longer if I win... and if it is, I don't expect to go down alone,? he smiled.

Celestial grunted once more when she tried to get up, being told by her body what hurt only when it was called upon to function like the rest of her body. Her leg wasn't in the best of working conditions after that superman-like tackle, but she was still okay, and had to find a way to stay like that a little longer.

?Being beaten like this isn't how I imagined going. If I could I would spit in the face of my author. Not even the writer of my fate knows a thing about me,? Promahster spoke with disgust.

?I feel similarly,? Celestial, though emotionlessly, agreed.

?You have impressed me with your tactics, woman. While there is still time for either of us, I offer you the privilege of marriage,? he held his entirely light hand out to her, and her silence spoke for her denial. ? ? Very well...? curling the fingers of his hand in, he then brought the arm in to himself and back, lunging out at her with a punch fully charged.

The station broke apart more with every detonating-hammer Promahster swung down upon it. Celestial dove out of the way of another fatal blow and faced him after returning to her feet. He wasn't an opponent any longer to run from now that his speed, as well as his other attributes, had all jumped to superhero ridiculousness.

But there was a problem with Celestial's escape plan. She hadn't intended to meet with another of his fists there, but that was exactly what she found.

? ? Uh!? she cried as she rolled backwards several complete flips and slid many yards in-between them. He had gotten a little stronger than she initially gauged.

?Not only are my moves quicker, but my mind is as well. My perception has greatly increased. Before my brain cells incinerate, they're telling me things that haven't happened yet,? Promahster held his hands out with a grin, one that Celestial did not return.

?You must not be able to see yourself. The core's energy must have nullified your pain receptors at this point ? ? Celestial began.

? ? They are not nullified. They are just notifications in the background. I know how much time I am working with, and you cannot waste any more trying to talk!? he would charge at her again, the last of his skin burning up and his figure becoming a frame of light.

Celestial was able to defend the first punch, going over her shoulder and singing it like a fire, and his other fist punching her across the face with time enough for a kick to slide her back to the stone circular bench arrangement in the Wong Lobby.

She coughed this time. His impact power had gotten that strong. She opened her left eye while her other told her it just needed a second. Like an angel assassin come to carry out the will of god, the figure of Promahster coolly walked toward her with his arms outstretched at his sides, crumpling the metallic station walls as if for fun.

Beginning to disperse, he spoke, ?This is a power you could not even begin to perceive. I will bet you did not plan this far ahead when you ran me around that core. But that is fine. I have no say over what will become of me in the end. The hilarity of this situation is a prime example of how futile it is to say otherwise. But at least before I go I will know that I doomed the one who unmade me,? he clasped Celestial by her face very endearlingly, but with strength enough to force this gesture upon her.

Immediately his fingers and palm began to scorch her face and apply burn marks to it. She clenched her teeth to this, but the pain was lessening with each second. He was evaporating into the pure energy that had consumed him and was losing that power that made him so strong exponentially.

Celestial knew she just needed to let it run its course and be held in his clutch a little while longer. His threat would not be realized. With the dying down of the muscle and the brightness of Promahster, Celestial was slowly lowered to the ground fully and she could rest as her opponent was now more a shade than anything else. But he would have one last trump up his sleeve.

The ship coasted out very easily from the docking bay and relaxed into open space with no foreseeable destination. Aurast took a deep breath and unbuckled both sides of his harness to massage his face, ?Well, another close call avoided,? he sighed very exuberantly, ?Time to plot a course and prepare the cryo beds... It's probably a long way's to the next port,? he spun over a little in his chair.

?You have no idea what you are talking about, do you,? Celestial proposed very unamused.

Aurast looked caught red-handed, frowning to her, ?What? Yeah I do!? he frowned stronger, but Celestial was having none of it. Ultimately, however, she ended up sighing as well.

?I suppose I have to thank you for nevertheless managing to guide us out of there,? she admitted begrudgingly. Just as she feared, and had planned not to do, she inflated Aurast's ego ? as evidence by his high-spirited smiling.

?It was no trouble, Miss. It's an honor for any starfleet captain to safely guide souls on-board his vessel to their destination. I just regret you are stumbling upon a ship so bare! No matter ? at the next port I'll gather myself a crew... get a few ladies who are skilled at killing people and piloting the 2600 graviton cannon... a navigator with a tiny rear-end, also female... a medic, and a young boy to groom for command after my tragic but cinematic death,? Aurast said, reclined and gazing up at the overhead panels.

Celestial sighed silently, dipping her chin down and then rising suddenly. ?I am going to await recall to the Promenade of Stars. I advise that you do not follow me,? walking down the lane and to the back regions of the ship.

Aurast wanted to follow her, but sensed an unusual threat in her words. ?A-Alright! ...D-Don't wander too far, though!? was all he could tell her before reclining back in his chair some more, watching the stillness of space as they naturally moved through it; and he would only stare so long at his push-to-talk corded walkie-talkie before he picked it up and began speaking indiscernible science-fiction babble into it, pretending to be a seasoned captain.

Celestial did not go far before reflecting upon her fight that had just ended. Her opponent had been a lot stronger than she had been, and defeating him with minimal use of her skills set got her wondering about the sequential rounds of the tournament, and progressing well in those as well. Of course... she was also wondering about the unpredictability like had been shown here, and failing as well. ?If I do not win my next fight, what then? What awaits me in death in this strange game?? she quietly asked.

Down the hall back to the captain's cabin, Aurast could be heard replying to her enthusiastically. ?By Grapthar's hammer! You shall be avenged!?

Celestial ignored this, considering him a threat to be avoided with considerable enthusiasm at this point. But returning to her thoughts, she tried and predict where all this was headed. She had already been given a most unusual fate after death, so for a repeat of that to occur was out of the question. Death was the unknown ? it was leaving all that you were to someone else to find and take possession of. That left only one option: victory. She would win this tournament.

?Huh?? Celestial questioned, looking up to see that a mystical twinkling golden sand was phasing her current form from this ship and presumably, back to the Promenade of Stars.

?No! NO!!? Aurast could be heard from outside this room Celestial was in, the same most likely happening to him. ?Never give up..! Never surrender!? fought he did to cling hold of his steering column and captain's chair as he began to phase through the objects.

Celestial quietly closed her eyes and accepted the transportation.

?No!! I never got the coordinates to the Galactic Leyline! Stop! Jim! Do something! Goddammit, Jim!? Aurast manically tried to operate his controls, but it was too far past the point. He vanished with Celestial.


Winner: Celestial

It was not hard to believe. Being surrounded by those thirty persons of impressive aura and profile meant that extravagant wonders were possible ? but he always knew this. What surprises lied in store for him, he resolved long ago to adapt to. This was no exception. He would descend the mountain, and he would walk the land. The faint hope that his opponent, if things were going according to plan, was somewhere out there was not a lost or dead hope. He would search for him at the bottom of the mountain. But first came the preservation of life.

Dyarhk had overshot his predictions. He thought that it would take the full day when he set foot down on solid ground sometime late into the night. He lucked up with the mountain to open up very accessible ways and not continue the more complicated and slower process of climbing down he had experienced higher up.

The cold of the mountain's peak was similar to this night chill down at the base, but not so bad. Water was still his primary concern, and he had spotted a fall when he first arrived here. Remembering the fixed point he had stared out to at that height, he appropriated it to his current level and started off in that direction with a sweat-stained shirt.

The sounds of rushing falls were easy to follow, and the sloshing through tall grass and weeds sped up when the distance to it had been little to nothing. He took a knee and then hit his other and dove a hand in to quickly be followed by his other. His god-given drinking cups were washed and then he had relentlessly quenched his thirst, unafraid of the consequences that could go as dire as dysentery and eventual death. He didn't want to risk a fire to boil the water just to make certain when it was this place that he was unsure of. He wiped his face with his wet hand and then his mouth before looking around thoughtfully. Unseen green eyes that never lost any of their liveliness.

It was dark, but it was not pitch black. There was no moonlight to speak of, however. The youth of the night was quickly aging and the reasonable response to this was to seek shelter for the duration of it. Seeking shelter out in these conditions unfortunately meant constructing shelter. And while there was still some form of visibility available, Dyarhk meant to put it to good use. A tree graciously lent its limbs to man as they had done since the beginning of time, and Dyarhk had to resummon the crocheting methods he'd not used in a very long time.

A space beside a tree, over the hour, turned into a simple tent beside a tree. What wildlife, if any, was unconfirmed, and he was uneducated on this place. These were dangers, and if they existed, they knew the darkness. He did not. Again, he rejected the idea of a fire to call all of his natural predators to his location. Tomorrow he would build a fire. He would fashion a weapon. He would hunt for prey, and scout for edible vegetation. Tomorrow he would search.

He laid in his simple tent that just barely fit him and turned on his side, laying an arm out and gazing through the small opening in the mostly tightly-woven wall of leaved branches to put him to sleep.

The morning came and the natural light returned to this lush, vacant jungle. Dyarhk started his day patrolling the straight line he was cutting through the woodlands to hope to see the other side by what his mind was inaccurately gauging noon to be. The tree canopies were tall and thick, but bore no fruits; a discouragement. But he may have just been missing the fruit-bearing trees. Evidence supported this when he found creature tracks laid in the soft mud. This was great news. Tiny as they were, he looked to his side to do the math on the distance to the clearer plains, and designed to build some rabbit traps.

More stained and unclean now than yesterday, Dyarhk rose with his ever itchy nose and wiped it with his arm, walking ahead still into this survival game.

Nordem chalked up another marking on his rock wall calendar.

?.......Sixty-eight now,? he murmured to the wall in the noontide, tucking his lips in and pointing his beard out slightly before bringing his physically perfect arms up and docking his hands on his hips. ?Wonder what I'm going to do for Christmas,? he joked, managing a smile sixty-eight days out in the isolated wilderness in passing.

? ? Hhuh! ? Hhuh! ? Hhuh!? Nordem stopped to wipe the sweat from his brow, only afterward leaving his makeshift ax hilt to go and reset the blocks of wood he was chopping. He chose to cut his wood with one of the better vantage points of the wilderness down the hill. His lumber yard was quite impressive now, as was the acreage he had deforested, and when he added another half-stack to the 9 complete rows he had, he was done for the day. The woodcutting portion of his outdoorsy workout completed, he moved next to head on to dinner.

Nearing sunset, he climbed the stairs to the largest stone temple in the ruins, and what was procedure now was all apart of the nighttime ceremony he carried out by the book. He lit the two torches at the opening arcs at the top of the steps and on the large temple throne, lit the enormous brazier that he kept fed with his wealth of firewood, and moved on down the top-entrance into the temple innards where a lavish dining table was set up.

Its components were of no fine materials, but the stock he had collected was very rich. Over the months he had discovered the land's fruits, herbs, vegetables, spices, and medicinal resources derived from the plant-life. He was well situated in this city. A man could eat well, eat healthy, sleep warm and protected, and tend to his wounds if he received any. When Nordem had fights, he went into them with the utmost preparation, and that was the same careful planning that he applied to everything he did. You may have laughed at his diet and refrigerator and pantry organization, but you wouldn't laugh when it saved your life.

A strained fruit juice made from one of the citrusy red fruits was poured into one of the grails he had procured from a deeper temple. Nordem prepared to take a sip, but halted to light two wall torches with the one he had come in with from the brazier platform.

He sighed, ?I'll clear the whole damn forest at this rate before anyone walks out from it,? taking a sip from the drink, cool and refreshing and lifting his spirits. He sat down and began to fix a plate with his amenities all there prepared on the table. With a mouthful of food chewed over a long period of time, he swallowed and lulled into a relaxed state in his uncomfortable chair that was the most comfortable of all his chairs.

?If only I'd had my Elvis records in my hands when I was transported.... ..and a means to play them on with a replenishing energy source,? Nordem procrastinated, admitting his favorite musician that he had kept secret, ironically, to no one.

He rubbed his temple, however ? the more serious of subjects returning to light. ?I'll keep lighting the fire. Denial's one thing, but it's healthy to think someone's out there,? looking to the door, he thought of a friend, or someone he could call a friend, coming through it. Then the thought of an enemy coming, and coming when he was sleeping. It was that thought that made him grab the largest knife on the dinner table, something he did regularly, and take it to bed with him into the next room for a night of uneasy slumber.

Dyarhk clenched his teeth now in an wholly opposite mood. He knew firsthand that there were horrors out here in these woods. What if one of them got to this person and didn't fare as well as he had with the black panther boss, Skrillex? He had been lucky that a legendary ape had been there to do battle with him... perhaps this person was not so lucky. A dire realization.

He took off at a frantic pace in search of the person, calling with his hand cupped out to one cheek, ?HELLO? HELLO!!?

Nordem had been on his morning jog when he thought he heard one of the calls coming from just two blocks away. The city was not advanced, but it was very large, and enough distance had been between him and Dyarhk that the calling could have been and was easily mistaken for nothing at all.

?Is anyone out there!?!?

Nordem stopped jogging entirely this time to stare at what he thought was another human's voice. How long had it been since he heard one? Was that truly what it was? He was in a drunken state almost, ignoring the present for a time just to process this thing that he hasn't had to worry about for so long. But reality sunk in, and he was reminded that this had been what he was staying here for ? this was what he was waiting every day for. He took off, heading back to the city central where he would turn the corner and come within the line of sight with another humanoid object.

The two paused when catching glimpse of one another before energetically waving and shouting loud greetings across the road.

?Hello, friend!? Dyarhk shouted.

?Greetings! and welcome!? Nordem shouted back.

The two closed the distance between them and slowly but surely began to recognize the other.

?Nordem?? Is that you??? Dyarhk asked, in-effect giving himself away.

?Dyarhk! I've seen that beard few enough times!? Nordem said, taking the man's hand that was produced very automatically and shook it strongly, but that was too little for the Palliator, who embraced him fully in a large hug.

?I can't believe it's you! I've been wandering for weeks! I don't know how many ? ?

? ? months!? Nordem corrected.

?Months??

Nordem nodded.

Dyarhk took a moment to process this. He had a sense of time, but without recording any of it, being on the move that he was, those sixty-eight days caught up with him fast. ?I don't believe it...? quietly, going over to the wall to place a hand against so he wouldn't fall down.

?Almost ten weeks this weekend,? Nordem brought him up to speed, crossing his arms as he looked him over and the panther pelt he had on. ?It looks like you've been dealing with your fair share of trouble,? reaching and rubbing his fingers through the fur of the mantle.

?And you've come into some estate, it seems... Nordem... I've so much to tell you,? Dyarhk began, but Nordem would redirect them.

?Come, my friend. I have food and water in my house,? placing a hand on the shoulder of his past Adennian neighbor, he walked him to the tallest temple in the ruins.

Unofficial Round 1 Results and Stages
(Some have scores, some do not. I hadn't started recording in the beginning.)

Legend:
Red = Eliminated
Green = Advances
1. Promahster vs Celestial 5-4 Stage - Tier 2
2. Searcher vs Nadia 5-2 Stage - Jeco Loading Bay
3. Daichi vs Corea 5-2 Stage - Solucun's Basin, The Illusio
4. Kit Otomo vs Lilith 5-1 Stage - Adenna Treasure Room
5. Mage vs Rahea 5-3 Stage - The Rave
6. Declan DonEvans vs Jen 5-2 Stage - Been Sinnin' Inn
7. Lea Cainn vs Nayun 5-1 Stage - Wong Compound
8. Rohkan vs Armand Belgarde Stage 5.5-3 - Nyijs
9. Johnnie vs Jessica Wong Stage - Critical Mass Huyglen
10. Final Moments Dyarhk vs Nordem Sparks 5-1 Stage - Biodome Ruins
11. Fox vs Nima Stage - Chains of Ko'Rudoche
12. Aurast Dagger Sasc vs Kamonbak 5-1.5 Stage - Bridge of The Epyllion
13. Cassandra Black vs Seiri Stage - Huyglen Fields
14. Cadence Valentine vs Tetch 5-1 Stage - Belgarde Castle
15. Alfonso Carlson Avery vs Warhorse of Prophecy Stage 5-2 Stage - Tentegre High School Rooftop

Unofficial Quarterfinals Results and Stages


Legend:
Red = Eliminated
Green = Advances
1. Searcher vs Corea 6-4.5 Stage - Siovanui Temple
2. Declan DonEvans vs Jessica Wong 5-3 Stage - Jikangai Orrery
3. Nima vs Kamonbak 5-3 Stage - Bone Well
4. Cadence Valentine vs Alfonso Carlson Avery 5-2 Stage - Sparks Arena

Unofficial Final Results and Stages


Legend:
Red = Eliminated
Green = Advances
1. Corea vs Alfonso Carlson Avery 5-3 Final Fight's Stage - 32. Battlefield of the Fallen

Alfonso Carlson Avery
All World Final Clash Champion