As the clock strikes midnight, Thoris charges at Commodus, swinging his ion blade with great speed and precision. Staying calm, Commodus changes his stance, preparing to counter his opponent's attack.
Their blades clash, both flickering as the 2 men continue hacking at each other. It was hard to tell what was happening. They were too fast.
Unlike most crowned, the pair didn't fight gracefully nor honorably, but like animals.
Thoris kept up the attack, pushing Commodus back.
Their ion blades continued to flicker as they clashed while their nebula armor hummed and spurred frantically, moving its scales, covering weak spots and reinforcing openings.
Thoris throws a large overhead slash, aiming to cut his opponent in half.
Commodus moves quickly, seeing that Thoris was no longer guarding his body, he moves quickly, thrusting his sword toward the giants chest.
Scales fly off his armor while Commodus then evades Thoris's overhead slash, moving behind the giant man, outpacing the scales of his armor, slashing at the giant's backside. Blood spills as Thoris begins to frantically spin around, swinging his blade wildly.
He manages to clip Commodus' shoulder, breaking off a few scales and knocking him back
As they continue to trade blows, things begin to become clear. Thoris, while stronger, was much slower than Commodus who relied mainly on his speed and maneuverability. It was like he was chasing after a rat.
Commodus on the other hand, could never deal a significant blow as Thoris's armor was always guarding his most important points.
Thoris raises his ion blade again, striking from the top. His attack is easily parried by Commodus, however instead of moving back, blocking or creating space, Thoris decides to tank Commodus's counter.
He released a large grunt as more shards and scales peel off his armor.
Yet a strange smile finds a way onto his face. Seeing that Commodus was now still in front of him, he kicked as if he was a soccer ball, rag dolling his body across the arena.
Loud thumping could be heard as the scales of his armor moved, covering his face, bracing it as it hits the metal floor.
I debate whether or not to end the fight, yet he gets back up.
The look on his face changed. His expression is full of pure hatred and anger. He moves toward Thoris at an inhumane pace, slashing at his body. Thoris tried blocking his attacks, yet his body couldnt keep up with Commodus's speed.
He began fighting at an extremely close range, not letting Thoris catch a break. He'd dodge, counter, attack again, then dodge, not letting even a few feet of distance grow between them.
For Thoris, the situation became quite dire.
He overcommitted again, leaving another opening. Instead of aiming for the body, Commodus aims for the giant's eye, attempting to blind him. surprised, Thoris jerks back, narrowly avoiding the blade, yet still gaining a cut just under his eye. I could tell what he was thinking. He was surprised that someone in a position as honorable as the chancellor would be fighting so dirty.
Thoris's next attack fell like a mouse trap, hard and fast. The mouse however, was faster, dodging and outmaneuvering his opponent.
As the spar continued, the floors began to stain red with Thoris's blood. Sure Commodus couldn't connect a killing blow, yet he didn't need to. He just needed to keep Thoris bleeding and eventually, the giants body would wane under the blood loss, collapsing like an old tree, it's limbs finally succumbing to the weight of time.
At this moment it was clear. For Thoris to win, he needed one large hit, and for Commodus to win, he needed many small ones. They were no longer blocking, nor even attempting any form of defense, both focusing purely on offense, letting their armor protect them.
Thoris, with no regard for his own life would merely charge at Commodus like a berserker attempting to catch him off guard, trying to get a big enough hit to either knock him out or slow him down. Commodus on the other hand would be weaving and bobbing, thrusting his blade at Thoris's blindsides whenever he had the chance.
Their fight was long, yet neither of them could last forever. The small arena was now completely covered in Thoris's blood and Commodus's sweat.
It was quite insane just the amount of blood such a beast like Thoris had.
The scales on his armor were zipping around extremely fast, attempting to block any of Commodus's attacks, while Commodus's armor attempted to predict Thoris's attacks, forming together in order to minimize the damage.
Their ion blades were starting to dim. They were extraordinary weapons, capable of slicing through the toughest materials with ease, yet even the finest creations of man could fade, fracture, and falter. With every strike, the ion blades would lose some of its power. It would only be a matter of time until they turned into rusty pieces of junk. Without charge, they are merely large pieces of metal.
With each swing, and with each hit, the blades would continue dim.
The fight was entertaining, not because it was technical, but because it was brutal. I couldn't help but smile watching the 2 men attempt to kill each other.
I myself had no idea when to stop the fight. Thinking about it now, would I even be able to? As thoughts continued running through my mind, their blades continued to dim, their motions quickened. Then it happened. Thoris swung his blade and Commodus ducked under, stabbing his ion blade through Thoris's foot, pinning it through the metal floor.
"Aghh" Thoris screamed, grabbing Commodus's neck with his left hand. Before I knew it, Thoris was pinned in one spot, holding Commodus high above the groun with his left hand as if he was his merely toy.
I thought it was over. I thought Thoris was lucky and managed to somehow pull it off, but I was wrong. Thoris held his own blade to the Chancellor's neck and as I was about to stop the fight, a small blade popped out of Commodus's sleeve, slicing through Thoris's arm as if it was butter.
I could hear Thoris scream in agony as Commodus continued slicing through his arm. I've never seen a duel like this before. There was no honor, no respect. Just pure brutality and the necessity to win. I didn't understand it. What was there to lose? why were they fighting so hard? Was their pride so important?
Commodus falls to the ground, covered in Thoris's blood, holding his severed arm while laughing like a maniac.
Thoris just screams, clutching his newly mangled stump. His armor spurring towards the end of it, covering it, attempting to stop the blood loss.
"Stop!" I screamed, fearing for Thoris's life, ending the duel and declaring Commodus the winner.
I quickly run to the hallway, calling for some servants and guards.
I watch as both Thoris and Commodus are carted off toward the medical room.
There, they will be able mend their wounds with the bio-repair machine and reattach Thoris's missing arm.