Colosseum - Round 1, Group B - Gamzee Makara vs Strazio

[Strazio Rockwell]

The entire crowd cheered the two bloodthirsty maniac on. Every blow was answered with a racous cheer. The Rock took a sip from his tropical drink, a smirk across his lips. Gamzee friends cheered the clown one and grimaced for every blow he took. Neither fighter gave the other an inch, every blow was world-ending and every injury was severe. Strazio broke away from Gamzee after receiving a glancingblow to the head. His vision was blurry and his body was heavier than lead, but his simmering rage continued to burn. Gamzee however seemed to be enjoying himself. Between the giggle fits and the permanent smile the troll seemed to view this deathmatch as more of a high-stakes game of tag than a blood sport.

“Stay down you bastard! Fucking choke on that grin and die!” the avatar roared, firing another bolt of searing energy at his opponent.

“Batter up motherfucker!” Gamzee grinned and tossed a club high into the air. The troll crouched into a swing, pulling his club back over his shoulder. With a resounding thud he swung hard, connecting with the bolt. For a moment time the energy seemed to stop as Gamzee leaned into his line-drive. The bright bolt of energy finally warped its direction and rocketed off into the sky, crashing into the barrier. With impeccable showmanship the injured troll caught his other club and bowed deeply. Strazio roared and charged the carnival act, his broken limbs trailed behind him.

Gamzee side-stepped the avatar's bum-rush, but was too slow for the follow-up. Strazio's increased speed and aggression threw the troll's rhythm off kilter. He stumbled back as the avatar pushed his bright white body close to the troll's off-color skin. A burning hand was placed onto Gamzee's chest and all he could see was the avatar's yellow eyes and stark white smile. Time froze, energetic destructive sparks raced through Strazio's fingertips. A simple, but devastating shotgun of energy crashed into Gamzee's chest. Point-blank the force of the attack was magnified by the avatar's impressive power and Gamzee was sent sprawling into the dirt.

Strazio's skin began to reform and the angry white glow flickered and faded. Even the avatar had its limits and that last attack found them. The troll wasn't dead, not yet at least. Strazio limped over to his fallen opponent, brittle bones chewed at his organs and his arm swelled with bruised blood. Without help eath would come for Strazio soon and he knew it. All the tenacity in the world couldn't stop internal haemorrhaging He towered over the blood-stained troll, the stupid smile was still etched into Gamzee's mug. Weighty white sparks sloughed from Strazio's skin and coalesced into a swirling torret around his left forearm. Burns and lacerations appeared on his arm as he sacrificed his flesh for extra destructive power. He pointed his charged attack at Gamzee's head and yelled out to the crowd.

“Is this what you want?”

It was indeed what the crowd wanted. They wanted him to splatter Gamzee's multi-colored brains across the dirt. A smile cracked across Strazio's face and he looked back down at the incapacitated troll.

FWOOOSH

The beam of searing energy cracked across the open air towards Gamzee. It was a concentrated beam of pure anger and it was strong enough to bore a hole through a normal man. The beam crashed into the dirt floor digging a hole into the dusty arena. Strazio had spared his opponent and the crowd fell strangely silent. Even The Rock had removed his sunglasses in order to get a better view. A single solitary bird attached to Strazio's hand greeted the stunned onlookers.
“You can all get bent, he fought well and I have no desire to kill him” he wanted to spite The Rock for lying to him. He also didn't hate Gamzee, yes he made him mad, but the troll had done nothing wrong besides signing up for the tournament. Killing wasn't required and Strazio had no desire in spilling the blood of someone who hadn't maliciously intended to harm him. The Defender looked down at the defeated Gamzee who broke into a laughing fit.

“Give up, or I will kill you.”

“Fine, fine. No problem bro, I give up” Gamzee continued to snicker.

Strazio leaned down to his defeated opponent and whispered to him, “no hard feelings, even if you did ruin my cloak, find me after the tournament. I'll be in Darkshire, or message me on the dataverse.”

With that he turned to the silent crowd and limped out of the arena. Medical attendants rusehd to his aid and he almost collapsed as soon as he was declared the victor.