Doryan the...

Marvos looked towards his opponent a muscular man carrying a large spear with a blue head. Marvos walked forward, a slightly noticeable limp in his movement, a memento from his first fight.

The crowd became silent as Operandi got up and opened his mouth "…My people, today is a very special day for we have in our midst another warlord." he said gesturing at man next to him. The man sent a lazy wave to the audience before slouching back on his chair.

"He is warlord Damian and he decided to visit us after hearing of the combat prowess of my own gladiator The Immortal warrior himself. So today, the champion of warlord Damian, Doryan the spear will face against the immortal." He explained before raising his hand and bringing it down " BEGIN" he commanded.

Marvos didn't waste a single moment. He immediately burst into action, summoning two [blades of the forgotten] and without a break in his movement, he pushed himself forward.

Marvos in a few steps, he appeared in front of Doryan and without break he thrust both blades at Doryan's torso only for it to be swiftly dodged. Marvos jumped back in time to dodge a slash from Doryan but the force behind the slash sent a burst of wind at Marvos pushing him back.

Marvos stumbled briefly before stabilizing himself. He took this time to analyse his opponent. Doryan had thick and long brown hair but it didn't seem to impair his vision in anyway, he was muscular, more bulky than Marvos but not too buff despite his build he still seemed to rely more on his speed as his calf muscles were more defined and that explained why he had such little armor only having a studded leather skirt, a leather chest piece and two braces. Marvos then looked at his weapon which was glowing blue and frowned.

"You done?" Doryan asked mockingly to which Marvos answered by raising his brow. "You know if it were someone else they would have killed you already, you took too long to analyse me. This is the only chance am giving you. Oh and word of advise, don't let me get you with this. This isn't essentially a fight to the death but wounds from hell stone don't exactly play nice." he stated.

Marvos scrunched his brows realizing he was being toyed with before the fight even started. Marvos leaned on his right leg, releasing the pressure on his left calf muscle, the scar tissue from the calf wound prevented him from putting it to work too much. He closed his eyes allowing himself to give in to the familiar feeling he got when ever he held a blade. His eyes snapped open as he rushed at the bored looking Doryan.

He sent a fury of well timed slashed the moment he stepped in sword reach of Doryan without even moving from his position, Doryan casually blocked all the slashes. Unperturbed and without missing a beat, Marvos dropped low sending a leg sweep at Doryan forcing him into a jump the moment his legs left the ground, Marvos sent a slash at him, to Marvos' shock and in a surprising show of agility, Doryan twisted his body midair, effectively dodging all the attacks.

The moment he landed, Marvos moved in a burst of speed towards him. When he reached him, he made an unexpected spin, kicking up dust which he used it as a cover to move behind Doryan. He silently summoned two [arms of the forgotten] and enforced them before commanding them to hold Doryan's legs the slashed at Doryan's exposed back to his shock the slash only left shallow wounds and drew little blood.

Doryan broke out of his hold, shattering the two skeletal arms before swiftly turning and sending a thrust at Marvos with his spear. Without hesitation, Marvos dropped both blades and crossed his arms. His mythril braces held strong as they protected his arms bust the force still pushed him back.

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Up in the booth, Operandi was grinding his teeth in annoyance. He had bragged about Marvos to his fellow warlords and was challenged by Damian feeling confident he accepted only for his champion to be toyed with and only dishing a minor wound. He looked at Damian only to realize that his fellow warlord was dozing off. He clenched his fist realizing he was being humiliated. "that fool better win or else.." He muttered under his breadth.

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Marvos looked at his opponent realizing this was no time to put on a show, he decided to go all out.

He summoned two rusted looking short swords with an ominous aura around them. Despite his insufficient knowledge of the blades of forgotten spell, he realized that he could summon a special kind of blades though scarce they were known to have the aura off absolute pettiness as their owners had cursed their killers before dying. He shifted to the left as he dodged a thrust from Doryan. They started trading a furry of blows. It became like a dance, Marvos doing everything he can to prevent himself from getting cut whilst balancing on his right leg whilst Doryan attacked aggressively but wisely only allowing shallow cuts from Marvos.

They fell into a rhythm for a while before Marvos narrowed his eyes. Without missing a beat, he used Doryan's slightly bent knee as a boost to launch himself high in the air. He summoned the arms again but this time two skeletal dogs followed, the dogs held strongly unto his arms whilst the arms gripped his feet. Pumping his arm muscles, Marvos came down blades raised. He brought his blades down at the exact time they could reach the torso but to his shock, Doryan managed to shift sightly, making what would have been a serious gash into nothing but a superficial wound slightly deeper than the one on his back.

In a burst of strength, he broke free and jumped back spear in hand. Marvos frowned realizing he couldn't wound his opponent well. With furry in his eyes he stomped on the ground, summoning two larger [undead hounds] and the entire area around him became riddled with skeletal hands and rusted looking blades each with a dangerous aura around them. Then, the some skeletal hands each picked up a blade. [Grimm Battlefield] Marvos said, naming this technique

"This isn't going to give you the win, it only prolongs your death." Doryan said as a bloodthirsty smile appeared on his face. He reared his arm and threw the spear at Marvos. Marvos leaned back dodging it, but the moment he stood straight he was met with a vicious spartan kick, throwing him into the wall of the arena. Doryan was riddled in minor cuts as he had bulldozed his way through Marvos' [Grimm Battlefield]. without missing a beat, he charged at the now fallen Marvos ready to pound him to the ground only for him to feel a heavy force hitting hi in the stomach courtesy of the undead hound before he could recover, the other hound hound used the first as a boost to dropkick him with a surprising amount of power throwing Doryan back into the [Grimm Battlefield]. He began dodging attacks from the skeleton arms only gaining a few nicks. Suddenly, he felt something approach him a threatening speed from behind he tried dodging but felt a little sluggish causing the thrown spear to cut of his ear. He pushed himself back as he was near the edge of the [Grimm Battlefield] he was able to move out of it. He was about to stand up when he felt as if something had gripped his heart. He was forced into a kneeling position as he held his chest. He looked up to see a smirking Marvos one hand around a blade and the other hand around a purple spectral looking heart shape thing.

Marvos realizing he was looking at the purple heart let out a small laugh. '[Petty Vengeance] that's what this is called. The blades I summoned with the aura all had remnant of their previous owners call for vengeance as they died. The aura curses its wounds, so all it needs is a large wound or multiple tiny wounds and you're finished the heart was actually random the curse attacks any of the 7 lethal points.' He thought to himself before squishing the heart an bursting it causing Doryan to cry out in pain. Marvos sighed as he walked to the hunched over Doryan. He looked at Operandi. Receiving a nod, Marvos sighed as he said "sorry for this, just following orders" before stabbing Doryan through the head.

He turned to the booth and nodded at ready to give his daily gesture despite there being a guest but he turned to his paramour first, giving her a fond smile she was about to smile back only for her smile to turn into a look of horror.

He frowned wondering why she looked so ashen only to feel something between his chest. He looked down and saw end of the same blade he had stabbed Doryan with, sticking out of his chest. He slowly turned only to reveal a smiling Doryan, no sign of battle on him apart from the torn armor the last thing he thought of before he collapsed was 'how?'

To be continued...