Thomas charged in and was annoyed as he used more power nearly undetectable. Deion didn't move. He seemed clueless for a second, but all Thomas needed was a second as his fist coated in magic was plunged into Deion's abdomen again.
"The hell?" Deion yelled as he looked more pissed, he blanked out? That wasn't like him; he blanked out, looking right at Thomas. He could tell Thomas was messing with his mind. Every punch he threw, mind blanked, pummeled, Deion got back.
As he raised up his hand, a giant fireball manifested, the size of the stadium. The heat was intense, but as this happened, those two fireballs from the start of the fight started to encroach. Then Deion's mind went blank again, Thomas charged at him but those two fireballs slammed into him, exploding.
Deion came back to reality as they did and slammed the sun at the dust. The fire dissipated leaving hot air and smoke, "This match is over." The referee announced.
"It has been determined that Deion's last attack had violated the killing intent rule-" The stadium went into a frenzy of uproars and anger, they came to see a fight but bad officiating.
"Hence, Deion Ethan Hartwell has been disqualified; Thomas Dale will advance to the Quarter Final of the S 1 Class Tournament of the Aztec Conference." The stadium was in an uproar and as the smoke vanished and cleared, Thomas walked out unscathed.
"Ref he's still alive." Deion protested but the referee just responded, "That attack could have killed him. It violated the rules kid."
"So there's no such thing as a big yet ineffective attack?"
"Match is over, get over it."
Deion felt cheated but the Crowd was chanting for Thomas with the "Big Winner Dale! Big Winner Dale." Deion looked disappointed as he walked off the stage with tears in his eyes.