[Chapter 25] The Fight

I hear whispers and yells among the crowd, "Zralin just left the ground!"

"An air fight between the God Killing Comet and the Speed Demon!"

"Mom, I need to go to the bathroom!"

'So these two have nicknames, I'm curious how Zralin, if I'm correct, got his nickname. Oh well, guess I am gonna find out.' Tyranous launches himself towards Zralin, his scales gleaming green from the light shed by the stones. He reaches Zralin in less than ten seconds and latches onto his side, gripping his claws into his skin and breathing his green haze into the new bite wound. It streams from the sides of his mouth, surrounding them.

I hear yells of pain from Zralin, his eyes burn with the craze from pain, he grabs Tyranous and looks at him, "I....win." Tyranous pauses for a minute before his face contours with horror as he remembers how Zralin gained his nickname. Zralin flys higher while Tyranous tries everything he can to get away, scratching, biting, breathing poison, kicking, everything but Zralin doesn't let go. Zralin regrips his opponent putting one on the neck, another on the body, and folds his wings.

'Uh oh.' Is all I can think while I see them skyrocket towards the ground, Zralin grins as his opponent touches the ground. There is a massive BOOM! As Tyranous faceplants the ground, skidding to a stop, leaving a giant mark from his skid of impact. He is bleeding everywhere, his arm bone broken through the skin. He is unconscious from the pain, or else he would be screaming. "The winner is Zralin!" The referee says as Zralin transforms back to his Dragonborn form. I here people cheer and cry as their favorite wins or loses, some losing bets.

I look at Tyranous, just to see healers come out and start healing him and Zralin with all their mana, stopping when he is stable enough to live and Zralin is good as new. The medics wipe a bit of sweat off their scaly brows and then get up to leave, some swiping the dirt off of their prestige white clothes. I get up and walk away to start looking for the betting area.

I eventually find it and walk up to the lady operating the booth, she is a semi-human Dragonborn with blue scales, she smiles when she sees me walking towards her. She has smooth white skin and has a very generous chest. "Hello there, I'm sorry to tell you but all bets are off now." I shake my head, my demonic voice coming out.

"No, I don't want to bet. I was wondering if there was a place I can go to to sign up for a match." She looks at me her smile wavering slightly. 'Another person who wants to chase after riches and dreams.' She points towards a booth that has a small sign that says "Fighting Sign Ups." 'I'm an idiot.' I turn to look at the lady running the booth. "Thank you. Have a good day." And I walk over to the fighting booth.

While I'm leaving, I hear her whisper, "Good luck out there, I have seen too many souls die from ignorance." There is a full Dragonborn running it this time, he is so muscular he looks like a WWE wrestler. He has a scar running from his left cheek to his neck, a few bite marks here and there on his body. 'This guy has seen his fair share of fights. Hope he's nicer than he looks.' He sees me walking towards the booth and sighs, "Another soul for the chopping block." He then does a double take, "That armor...it sure as hell is worth a damn silver, maybe this soul won't die instantly."

I finally get to the desk. "Hi there, I am assuming I can sign up for a fight here?" He looks at me, slightly curious. "Yes, if you would like to sign up for a fight, sign your name here and you will have a chance to be up for the next fight." I grab what I assume to be a pen and sign my name on what he pointed at. "Ok, stay here while I see who's up next, and how many fights have you been in?" I just stare at him, "One." He sighs inwardly, 'Nevermind, this guy is doomed. Let's do this nice and easy, and crush his dreams before they form.'

"Okay, you get to fight next match take a right and walk down the steps, then take two more rights and say it's a code fantasy, they will let you in." I nod, "Have a good day." And I follow his instructions till I see two guards guarding a room. They stare at me while I walk up to them, "Code Fantasy." They glance at one another, seemingly suppressing a snicker and let me in. "Good luck winning the fight!" One of them yells, then bursting into laughter, I silently nod.

'I know I'm a dragon king but what will my size be, they are usually the largest but I'm ten so is the size gonna be smaller or am I gonna have a weaker form or is it not gonna matt-' I hear a voice emanate from the room, scaring me from my thoughts. "The arena has been cleared, please enter the arena at this moment." I walk out and hear a cheers from some people and then the arena gets quiet. "What is that?"

"Is that even a dragon?"

"Mom, I need to go to the bathroom again!"

The crowd whispers, noticing I don't have wings, or even horns. I go to the side and take off the box handing it to a referee and I ask him to hold it for a few minutes, he nods, a grim look on his face. I then walk back to where I was standing. I see my opponent, he is a semi-humanoid Dragonborn with red scales and looks like he is sixteen. He is about 5'6ft tall and looks as thin as a twig but he currently has a giant grin carved on his face. "What am I fighting? A newt, and he has the height of a ten year old, get out of here kid, before I send you crying to your mom."

Some of the people laugh in the crowd. I stare at him and smirk, "Your talking mighty big for a twig. Are you afraid of losing to a ten year old because if so, I have already won." The people in the crowd stop laughing and all of a sudden, I hear a different hearty laugh in the crowd. I look over to see Zralin laughing and gives me a thumbs up. 'Why the hell is he cheering me on?'

I look back at my opponent, "So do you wanna fight or just stand here and get roasted by your own element?" He has a grimace, but his eyes scream anger. He gets on all fours and transforms, his tail growing longer, his arms and body growing longer, his neck extending, and a snout forming on his face, all while red scales grow on his body. He breaths a stream of fire while this is all happening, creating a fiery blossom. When he is done, he stops breathing his stream of fire and stares at me, 40ft tall and 70ft long. 'Let's see if I can beat that transformation....'