While the match began, and the Gamemaster’s attention was drawn, Ghar silently returned to the barracks.
Sneaking through the doors once more and back into the Gamemaster’s chamber, Ghar turned into his air form and flew up the elevator shaft where the Gamemaster had taken Eric.
Nexus went up to check on the match, watching for a bit, before losing interest. He looks around for any other places that he could enter. Being restricted to the barracks and the arena is a bit tiring.
A crack was heard as the cannon connected with Mark’s jaw. He fell to the sand, and rolled to the side before slashing at Scrapper’s chest with his sword.
Mark stumbled back, holding his bloody arm in his other arm as it bled through the slash wound. Grabbed his shield, Mark bashed it into Scrapper’s face.
Mark flew back and his body struck a rock. The heated shield scorched his chest, and Mark threw it aside in frustration. He practically had no weapon to fight with, and was barely able to stand up. It seemed to him like this whole contest would be for nothing. He would go back to his parents’ house, with no prize and only injuries to show for hios effort.
He couldn’t allow that.
Slowly, Mark rose to his feet, and then suddenly charged at Scrapper, shouting a battlecry.