A not so usual day

[Anton]

“Welcome ladies and gentlemen. Today we have a very special event for you all. The champion of the underground arena of the south has issued a formal challenged against our shining star Anton, The Magician! Our guest will be fighting bare-handed. He is called the demon of the south and he uses his self developed style to crush his opponents. Now let’s us begin this bout, The Magician vs the Southern Demon.”

The crowd roared and on cue, Anton dropped into the stage, sliding down a rope that was raised as soon as he touched the ground. He looked around, glancing at the stage and greeted his public. Casually he checked out his opponent, a large black man from the south, he looked tough, but Anton was confident.

“Thank you so much ladies and gentlemen. Today I’m in a great mood and thus I’ll allow you to choose which signature move I’ll be using,” he called out, knowing that all his signature moves were killing techniques. The crowd immediately responded. “Executioner!!” shouted a man. “Ripper Jacks,” called out another. “Burning Cross!!” chanted out a crowd, which then had most of the stadium shouting it as well.

“Burning Cross!” said Anton. “A fitting end for our little demon,” he said with a smirk.

“You bastard, enough games, I’ll kill you!” shouted the Southern Demon as he rushed towards Anton. Anton took two heavy blows, one to the face and the other to the body. Speed and power measured. Small fry, he mused as he smiled at his opponent. The man came at him again. This time Anton used his reflexes to barely dodge the man’s blow. The mind games had already begun. In the midst of their last exchange, Anton stuck a small knife just bellow his right shoulder joint and extremely close to the subclavian artery, which supplies blood to the neck and arms. The demon reeled in pain and when he grabbed onto the small throwing knife, he felt the sting of tiny blades puncturing his insides.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. These are special!” he said materializing a knife out of his sleeve. “Once their inside their body, tiny edged spikes pop out when you try to force them out. If you do pull it out, you’ll risk damaging a very important artery…” he warned him with a musical tone.

“I’ll crush you!!” he growled rushing again. His speed increased and Anton read his movement wrong, taking four full blows that blasted him backwards. Enraged he almost went for his scimitars, but he held on. I can’t use those. I’ll kill him in a single stroke. I promised the people a show…

“The demon bares his fangs,” he said spiting a mouthful of blood. “I’ll call your bet, and bear my claws.” As soon as he said that, he had three knives on each hand and pinned them with his fingers, holding them like claws. His stance widened and his eyes took a feral quality. When the demon was going to move, Anton released a blood-curling roar that startled the poor man. Without letting him recover, he rushed toward the demon from the south and opened cuts all over his face and body, speeding past him in the process. By the time the man turned towards Anton, his knives were put away.

During the next exchange, Anton climbed on the man’s back and stuck a knife opposite of the one bellow his shoulder joint, this time on the left side. In the process, he took a head-but that knocked him back to the ground. He took a few more blows before he distanced himself from the man.

Only two more two go. I have to be very precise to get them exactly between the ribs. When the southern demon attacked, Anton dodged him masterfully. Then he using his oblique he twisted towards the demon and delivered a powerful elbow to his abdomen. As he flinched from the blow, he quickly stuck the last two knives.

“Ours is not a merciful God. No my friends. He is an angry God that has bared his wrath. Now watch as his fire punishes this demon and swallows him into the afterlife!” On cue a small incendiary device inside the hollowed parts of his knives exploded. The Demon reeled in pain, both from the burns and the damaged arteries. At last he fell, leaving the marcs of a cross over his chest. Overall it had been a fun battle, but against Anton whom had been training with both professionals and masters since childhood, he had no chance.

The crowd roared. Anton bowed and greeted them, before exiting the stage and entering a shower area, where he doused his body with water. By the time he redressed, he was taken by the arena managers to a greeting area, were the people shook his hand and commented on the battle.

OOC: For this post I used weapons that were provided by the arena. These weapons will unfortunately stay here, until the character has enough money to buy the appropriate items from the shop.

[Johnny]

Gin was siting amongst the crowd in the middle section of the arena. He had enjoyed the show as well as everyone else. Alala too remained in awe at the spectacle. It would seem she had a thing for this kind of event and was soon swept away in all the excitement.

"Ohhh, flashy! The kids got style! Looks like a promising prospect. What do you think honey? "

He wasn't flirting... It was simply the nickname Gin used to address her because of her skin color. She seemed to be happy with it so it stuck.

" Agreed, the target appears to be the most formidable!"

Gin looked over to the rising star who was standing in the middle of the rain of applause.

" Burning cross eh? Sound ridiculous.....but it's no joke. We could use a guy like him....but well watch him for a little bit more. No harm in just asking a few question.....wonder how much he would cost. "

On his eyes was a glint greed that only appeared when Gin found something his heart desired. In this case his rare skill had caught his eye and so it was time to hunt an bargain once again. Money would be thrown, people would be harassed, all for the sake of a simple set ambition.