Between Honour and Rage: Final Part

"Come on, lightning boy," Connor growls, his voice low and feral. "Show me what you've got!"

Zohar wastes no time, his lightning-infused axe glowing brighter as he charges forward, a blur of speed and electricity. Connor watches intently, his body shifting ever so slightly, calculating Zohar's trajectory.

Just as Zohar closes the distance to within five feet, Connor makes his move. He sidesteps with surprising agility for his size, weaving out of the axe's path. In the same motion, he delivers a brutal left hook, his knuckles connecting with Zohar's jaw.

The force sends a shockwave rippling through the ground, but Connor isn't done. His claws sink into Zohar's arm, the bagh nakhs hooking into his flesh like talons.

"Gotcha now," Connor mutters, his voice cold.

Before Zohar can react, Connor tightens his grip and swings him through the air, slamming him into the ground with bone-rattling force. The arena floor cracks beneath Zohar's body, and a faint cloud of dust rises from the impact.

Raiden and Kaito's cheering from their chambers comes to an abrupt stop.

"Zohar!" Kaito shouts, gripping the bars tightly.

Raiden frowns, the light flickering in his hand. "Get up, man. Don't let the big guy steamroll you."

Connor stands over Zohar, his chest heaving from the adrenaline. "Still think you can take me, lad?" he sneers.

Zohar, dazed but defiant, grips his axe tightly. Lightning crackles faintly around his body as he attempts to rise. "You're... not the only one who's strong," Zohar mutters through gritted teeth.

Connor takes a step back, raising his claws defensively. "Good. I'd hate to win too easily."

Zohar staggers to his feet, his breaths labored, but his eyes are sharp and determined. He grips his lightning axe with one hand, then hurls it with surprising force. The axe spins through the air, whistling as it slices toward Connor—but veers off to the side, missing him entirely.

Connor blinks, then lets out a hearty laugh. "Was that meant to hit me? Ha! You're cracking, lad. Aiming that badly—"

"No," Zohar interrupts, his voice steady.

Connor's laughter halts, confusion flickering across his face.

Before Connor can respond, Zohar's body dissolves into a crackling bolt of lightning, vanishing from where he stands. The crowd gasps as the bolt streaks through the arena, converging with the airborne axe.

In one seamless motion, Zohar reforms midair, gripping the handle of his axe. The lightning energy around him intensifies, his entire form glowing with electrified power.

Connor's eyes widen as Zohar redirects his momentum, hurtling toward him at blinding speed—a literal flash of light.

"Bloody hell," Connor mutters, bracing himself just in time.

Zohar crashes into Connor like a thunderstorm made flesh. The impact sends a deafening boom echoing through the arena, and a shockwave ripples outward, causing the ground to quake. Connor skids backward, digging his claws into the ground to steady himself.

The crowd roars, the entire coliseum shaking from the intensity of the clash. From their chambers, Raiden and Kaito watch in awe.

"Did you see that?!" Raiden shouts, electricity sparking in his excitement.

"Zohar's insane!" Kaito grins. "This is his fight now!"

As the dust settles, Zohar lands a few feet from Connor, his axe crackling with energy. His shoulders rise and fall as he steadies his breathing, locking eyes with Connor, who stands battered but far from beaten.

Connor smirks, wiping a streak of blood from his lip. "Not bad, lightning boy. Not bad at all."

Connor stands motionless, his eyes narrowing as he signals Zohar to attack. He raises one hand, curling his fingers in a taunting gesture. "Come on, lad. Show me what you've got."

Zohar's brows furrow, frustration and focus etched into his face. Sparks dance around his body as he charges toward Connor, his speed picking up with every step. As he closes in, Zohar starts circling Connor in a blur, landing swift jabs that are too fast for Connor to track.

Each hit sends Connor rocking slightly, but he holds his ground, gritting his teeth. The crowd roars at the display of Zohar's lightning-fast strikes.

Inside his mind, Connor tunes out the noise and focuses on the flow of the fight. His connection to Morrigan sharpens his instincts, a gift of battle prediction granted by the goddess herself. He begins to see patterns in Zohar's movements, calculating where the next strike will land.

Just as Zohar winds up for another jab, Connor's hand shoots out like a bear trap, catching Zohar's arm mid-strike.

"Gotcha," Connor growls.

Before Zohar can react, Connor yanks him down to the ground with a ferocious pull. The arena floor cracks beneath them from the force. Connor mounts Zohar and begins delivering heavy punches to his face. Each blow lands with a sickening thud, and the crowd collectively gasps.

Zohar struggles beneath Connor's weight, his hands glowing with faint sparks of electricity as he tries to shield himself.

"You're fast, kid," Connor says between punches, his voice low and menacing. "But speed means nothing if you're predictable."

From their chambers, Raiden and Kaito watch in shock, their cheers replaced by concern.

"Zohar!" Raiden yells, gripping the bars of his chamber. "Get up, man! Don't let him keep you down!"

Kaito's eyes dart around, his fists clenched. "Come on, Zohar... You can't lose to this guy!"

On the ground, Zohar groans, blood dripping from his nose. But despite the punishment, his eyes begin to glow faintly, his lightning aura flickering back to life. With a growl of determination, he charges his body with electricity, preparing to counter Connor's relentless assault.

Connor raises his fist for another brutal punch, but Zohar's eyes suddenly flash an electric blue, and his hair crackles with static, surging with raw energy. Just as Connor swings, Zohar twists his body, narrowly dodging the blow. Connor's fist slams into the ground, burying itself deep in the sand.

Zohar smirks, seizing the opportunity. He slams a lightning-charged knee into Connor's groin, causing the larger fighter to grunt in pain. Taking advantage of Connor's brief moment of vulnerability, Zohar uses his lightning speed to slide upward from underneath him, flipping over Connor's back with a burst of electricity.

As Zohar lands on his feet, he rolls backward to gain distance, his body glowing with power. He wipes blood from his lip and glares at Connor. "Far from predictable, you mindless fool!" he shouts, his voice echoing across the arena.

Connor, still kneeling with his hand stuck in the ground, growls in frustration, yanking at his trapped arm. His movements become frantic as Zohar charges forward, zigzagging unpredictably across the battlefield, leaving streaks of lightning in his wake.

The crowd erupts in awe, their cheers deafening as Zohar closes the gap. Connor's eyes widen, unable to follow Zohar's erratic pattern.

Before he can react, Zohar leaps into the air, his knee crackling with blue electricity. With a thunderous roar, Zohar drives his knee directly into Connor's jaw, the impact creating a shockwave that shakes the arena.

Connor's massive frame stiffens for a moment before he collapses backward, unconscious, his armor clattering against the ground. The crowd explodes into cheers and applause, the sound reverberating throughout the coliseum.

Breathing heavily, Zohar stumbles slightly, but he quickly regains his balance. His glowing eyes scan the fallen Connor before he raises his arm, electricity crackling around him in triumph.

The horn sounds, signaling the end of the fight.

Raiden and Kaito shout from their chambers, celebrating Zohar's victory.

"THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!" Raiden yells, punching the air.

"I knew he'd pull it off!" Kaito adds, grinning.

Zohar looks toward the crowd, then glances back at Connor's unconscious form. "Guess even bears can be outmatched," he mutters under his breath, his electric glow fading as he walks back to his chamber. The gate slams shut behind him, leaving Connor sprawled on the ground as the medics rush to tend to him.

This round, victory belongs to Zohar.