Finale

The third Guardian staggered back, clutching at its throat where Luther's elbow had connected. Sparks flew from the damaged area, and its movements became jerky and uncoordinated.

"One down," he muttered, spitting blood onto the arena floor.

The crowd was going crazy now. No one had ever damaged a Guardian like this before, let alone three at once. Some people were standing on their seats, screaming and pointing.

He didn't have time to enjoy the moment. The first two Guardians were already coming, spreading out to flank him. Their eyes glowed brighter, bodies humming with energy as they analyzed his fighting style.

"Threat level: severe," one of them said in that hollow voice. "Engaging combat protocol seven."

"Yeah, whatever," he said, raising his fists. "Let's dance."