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Colosseum - Round 1, Group B - Gamzee Makara vs Strazio
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A flash of steel and blood preceded a line of painful fire carved into Strazio’s back. Gamzee chuckled in excitement as the injured mage tumbled forward. An audible gasp echoed throughout the crowd, even the Rock watched in stoic silence. The Defender of Darkshire fell to his hands and knees, and a deluge of hot blood cascaded from his sliced back. The troll laughed and kicked the mage sending him crashing into dirt. Straazio’s hands clenched and he tried to stand. The clown laughed and raised his sword. A sickening squelch filled the air as Gamzee impaled Strazio’s right hand into the ground.

He screamed in agony.

“Come on bro, just give up or I’m gonna have to kill your dumb ass” Gamzee smiled.

Strazio’s weight pinned the crest of Darkshire against the ground and his own flesh. He promised to be the savior of Darkshire and now he was going to be killed by some second-rate clown? Unthinkable. Pain was nothing, and these injuries were nothing compared to the bitter sting of defeat. His free hand reached over to the blood-stained blade and gripped the sharp metal tightly. The biting pain of the sword galvanized his resolve and from his palm a burst of bright white energy erupted, shattering the blade into hundreds of tiny metal shards. Gamzee laughed and raised his club high. With inhuman might the troll swung down.

The crunch of bone being turned to dust heralded the strike. At the last moment Strazio rolled to his side, bracing against the impact with his already-injured arm. Every major bone in his right arm was shattered. Against the devastating impact Strazio yelped in pain, but did not stop moving. He clamored to his feet and stood only a few paces from Gamzee. Strazio’s shattered arm hung limp and distended at his side, blood covered the fighter, but he was still alive and for that he grinned.

“Sorry clown, I’ve got a promise to keep,” Strazio took a moment to spit blood onto the dusty ground before smiling at his opponent “plus you’ve done a terrible thing today. You’ve made me absolutely livid.”

“Motherfucker, are you taunting me?” Gamzee smiled back and pointed his club at the broken man “Cause that’ll piss me off.”

The troll charged towards Strazio, hoping to cave his stupid head in. Strazio did not move, Gamzee was much faster than him and running would be foolish. Instead he braced for the attack, taking the entire brunt of the strike on his chest. His clavicle snapped and his ribs cracked, but he stood defiantly. Such a blow would slay a man, but Strazio was no man. No, he was the personification of pure rage, an avatar of anger. Strazio’s skin started to peel away, revealing a bright white figure underneath. His eyes filled with black and yellow.

The avatar’s grin disappeared and he spoke “you think you know rage?”

A roiling blast of destructive energy slammed into Gamzee’s chest sending him skidding away. Strazio’s body had been consumed by the burning energy. Every pain nerve flared to life and the mage gritted his teeth in acceptance of the agony. His hatred and fury far outweighed the pain of broken bones and bruised organs.

“You don’t know rage, you’re just a tourist with a temper,” Strazio fired a bolt of searing white energy at the troll and shouted “I live here!”

Gamzee side-stepped the devastating blow, but was unprepared for the follow-up. In a moment Strazio was upon him, firing another shockwave of pure energy into the troll’s chest. Sickly colored blood spew forth from Gamzee’s mouth, but the troll pulled his head far back. Strazio’s rampage was halted by another wicked horned-headbutt, forcing him to stumble backwards. Gamzee followed up with a wild swing of his club The juggling tool found its mark in Strazio’s side shattering a few more ribs. The avatar roared in defiance, his body was failing him, but his soul was still profoundly pissed off. Their battle raged on, every strike shattering bones and injuring internals. The crowd roared at this true display of brutality.

There would be no winner, only a survivor.

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I think that concludes our fight, its up to the judge now!
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