Colosseum - Round 2 - Strazio Rockwell vs Kakashi Hatake

[Strazio Rockwell]

　　There was no greater drug than rage; no greater painkiller than hatred. Toxic poison seeped into Strazio’s flesh, forcing it to bubble into wicked boils. His lungs threatened to collapse as the miasma scarred and burned them. Respite came in between breaths as he exhaled the deadly fumes. The Avatar found some measure of reprieve in the thought that Kakashi lacked the resolve to survive in this hell. Reprieve was short lived as his opponent seemed calm and collected as if the searing gas was nothing more than a minor annoyance.
　　
　　Strazio took the moment of calm to tear at his blood-stained shirt, or rather what was left of it. The soft white linen was reduced to nothing more than a tattered webwork of bloody scraps and charred remains. His scarred and fevered hands tore it away, revealing the tortured and emaciated body underneath. Branded into his chest was a bright red chevron, a permanent reminder of his past and his hatred. Furious white pinpricks charged across his body, tearing into the flesh and leaving behind a small network of burns. No more words would be shared between the two, there was nothing left to say. Strazio was frighteningly close to the brink and he was all too aware of his terrifying mortality.

　　The crowd watched in ecstatic anticipation, their lust for blood would not be satisfied until death consumed the competitors. Unfortunately for the crowd, neither intended to die easily. The Defender of Darkshire lumbered forward, his bones creaked under the weight of his own body. The roiling thunderstorm of rage seethed quietly below Strazio’s skin. He had held the rage quiet for too long and it wormed its way to the surface. With a devilish roar and little regard for his own safety he charged forward. His boots kicked through the ankle-high pool of poison, splattering drops of the oily liquid into the air. Kakashi side-stepped the Avatar’s wild charge and brought the club down hard across the small of his enemy’s back.
　　
　　Refusing to break his momentum Strazio rolled with the strike and whirled around for another assault. Only complete annihilation could stop his rabid onslaught. He tackled the ninja and the two tumbled into the caustic slime. Their battle devolved into a grungy struggle of raw strength. Strazio’s fatigued muscles strained against Kakashi as the two tried to drown their opponent in the choking fluid. Energy poured into Strazio’s ravaged muscle tissue he screamed and forced the torn flesh into overdrive. He pressed against the shinobi, forcing him down into the lethal liquid. For a mere moment Kakashi’s silver-haired head was completely submerged. The caustic toxins bit at his flesh, eviscerating his soft skin.
　　
　　Fatigue hit harder than any opponent.
　　
　　Unearthly fatigue devoured Strazio. The energy that supercharged his muscles faded quicker than last time and he was left with almost nothing. Even his unbreakable resolve faltered as his grip around Kakashi’s throat slipped. The seasoned ninja took the opportunity to shove Strazio away. The mage offered little resistance as he tumbled back into the slime. He had no more energy, he was spent. Short of sacrificing his internal organs for a little bit of extra power he had nothing left to use. Strazio’s mind filled with fever and fatigue and he tried to stumble away, but found his body weak and unresponsive.
　　
　　Kakashi’s skin began to rot away from such direct exposure to the chemicals. Without medical attention he probably wouldn’t survive for more than a few minutes, but a few minutes was all that he needed to win. The silver sheen of his trusty blade twinkled just underneath the surface of the liquid miasma. He retrieved his tainted blade and turned towards the exhausted mage. Strazio thrashed into the poisoned muck, trying to force his broken body to move.
　　
　　The fear of death did little to spur his spent body into action. Neither did the crackling of lightning as Kakashi poured chakra into the steel blade. Strazio cursed himself and his weakness. He limped away from the shinobi, trying to put distance between the two. Inside his own gut he began to sacrifice strips of flesh from his organs. If he couldn’t survive than he would not allow his opponent to survive. The strips of his flesh metabolized into a meager amount of magick energy, enough for one last attack.

Used Overcharge for a second time, I take 2 points of damage, but that doesn't really matter in these fights.