62: Ready to Win

Deion stepped back as he clutched his stomach, "That hurt." His voice low and annoyed, he stood up to full extension, "The thunderous head-on attack has seemed to do more damage than Deion's series." Mr Newton announced as the crowd started to chant, "Big Winner Dale! Big Winner Dale!"

Deion smirked as he charged up more fireballs; if he couldn't harm Thomas using fireballs, he was going to melt him into a hot, bloody paste. He raised his hand above his head as Deion fired at least 30 fireballs up to rain down.

Thomas, seeing this, would push off and run in a low sprinter stance to close the distance. Thomas was moving, and the fireballs were missing. They beamed down on him they always seemed to be a little behind or a little in front.

Thomas was now in his face, ready to hit Deion with a Dangerous hook, but Deion moved his neck, and his head followed, dodging him. Thomas and Deion started to exchange blows. Hook, counter, jab. Fireball, Dodge, knee. It was repetitive; then, unexpectedly, ly, Deion went for a punch to the face. Thomas dodged.

Suddenly, a hot burning sensation was felt in Thomas' abdomen; he looked down and saw a fireball slowly eating away at his skin; Thomas grabbed him by the head and smacked him. They went back to exchanging blows, Thomas was starting to win.

Thomas hit him with a danger left, but Deion responded with a kick to the chin. "Tommy's really beating him." Princess Jasmine said as she leaned in closer, "I don't know what you think is so great about this, Thomas Dale. He never even won the Nationals." Jasmine's older sister said as Deion Suddenly elbowed him.

Thomas stumbled back, and he went to face off with Ethan for the final bout. Thomas and Deion were both ready to win.