'I haven't been able to use this properly yet, but this would be the opening I need if it works!'
Malik shouted, his lividness was clear in his tone. "Just keep attacking! He can't keep defending against us both!"
'...They're coming again... Guess it's now or never!'
Sachi defended against his attackers with his sword only in his right hand, and his left hand began to act stranger than it had been.
'C'mon... Give me something!'
His left hand made a repeated flicking motion, and a strange screen appeared in front of him. Sachi wasn't able to read it, of course, and to his opponents, the words were all backwards.
[No useable object found!]
Between Malik's strikes and the circling knives from Hawke, Sachi's strange movements only became stranger, as if he was losing his footing.
Malik shouted. "Keep it up! He's gonna topple!"
Hawke patted himself down for any extra knives he hit around his body. "Yes, boss!"
That strange screen kept appearing.
[No useable object found!]
[No useable object found!]
[No useable object found!]
And eventually...
[Skill activated: Gravity Weave]
A small pebble lifted from the field, and launched itself at Hawke. The pebble bounced off of Hawke's chin, knocking his head towards the sky as he stumbled back.
"Urk..!"
Sachi's movements changed.
'...! It worked!!'
Sachi's numb body dodged under Malik's swing and rushed towards Hawke in an animalistic charge.
Malik's eyes widened. "Hawke!"
Hawke shifted his head down to see Sachi's uncanny rush.
"Damnit!"
He reached for a knife to defend himself with, but every knife he had was now scattered across the grassy field.
"Shit... Come back! Now!!"
One by one, each of the knives began to float and fly towards Sachi's back.
'...That's not fast enough.'
Sachi whole body twisted, throwing his arm and his sword across Hawkes body. A streak a red burst from Hawke's chest as he screeched in pain.
The stadium watched in silence as the man fell to the ground, the impact launching the dirt around him into the air.
The knives that chased him slowed to a halt, and disintegrated into nothing but dust.
The announcer couldn't hide his excitement for the match, and he couldn't hide his bias either. "Sachi's done it! The lesser champion has just evened the playing field against Malik!"
The stadium erupted into cheers. Audience members were jumping from their seats as they shouted in unison.
"Sa-chi! Sa-chi! Sa-chi!"
Ray was cheering right along side them, jumping up and down with his eyes as sparkly as diamonds.
Dion was hunched over on the bench with his eyes widened, staring at Sachi.
'What the hell is wrong with him...? Why would he go so far just for some kid he just met?'
Sachi turned, facing Malik. His eyes still held the looming fog. He opened his mouth, his words coming out slurred.
"You're... next."
Malik gripped his sword tighter, taking a step back. He let out a slight laugh, and a smile appeared on his face.
"Finally, something worth my time!"
Malik bolted forward, shouting as he swung his blade.
Sachi barely moved out of the way, the sword leaving a cut on his cheek.
Again and again, Sachi avoided each of Malik's strikes, not even bothering to raise his own sword.
'What the hell is wrong with him!? I can barely even nick him!"
Malik shouted as he kept slashing at Sachi. "Why don't you attack back!? You seemed so confident just a moment ago, Sachi! C'mon, attack me!!"
Sachi kept weaving between each strike.
"..."
Malik grit his teeth. "Why don't you respond, you bastard!? I know you're hiding something!"
Sachi waited.
'...There!'
Malik's attacks were growing slower with his exhaustion. That slowness gave Sachi the opportunity he needed for a counter attack.
A clean slice upward cutting through flesh and bone. A stream of blood flowed from the arm of Malik. He shouted as he stumbled backwards, his sword falling to the ground.
"Agh, Damnit!"
He clutched his arm and bit his lip. He spoke with heavy breathes.
"Fine, since its come to this... Valtherion! I need your help!"
The announcer held a confused tone. "Malik's been cornered, and now he's calling for help? Surely that not allowed?"
He looked next to him, waiting for Lady April's answer. She looked solemn as she watched something sprint through the God's seating area.
"No, this is part of his power. It's allowed."
The announcer's eyes grew wide as he turned back to the arena.
A god covered in small blades vaulted the railing into the arena, running to take the side of his Champion. He wore a crown made of broken swords, and his gray, metallic skin shone in the lights.
"You do remember that this power isn't perfected, don't you!?"
Malik smiled as he turned to his god. "Does it matter?"
They both smiled as they began to run towards Sachi.
'...!? Why are there two hostile presences now!?'
As they ran side by side, they began to put distance between them, and then suddenly closed that gap. As their shoulders clashed, they began to pass through each other, until their bodies were completely merged.
Malik's body was now the same shade of gray that his god held, and now that broken crown was his own, and his body was covered in small swords. He swiped his sword up from the ground with his now healed arm, and continued his charge.
As he spoke, both the voice of Malik and his God emanated from his mouth. "Check it out, Sachi! I know you can see me! This is my ultimate power!"
The announcer shot up from his seat. "U-unbelievable! Malik and his God have merged entirely! I've never even heard of a power like this before!"
Zephyr mouth dropped as he leaned into the railing. "Y-you've got to be kidding..."
Velocis leaned further back in his seat, sucking in air through his golden teeth. "Ooooo, that is not good..."
Dion shot up from his seat, staring into the field with wide eyes.
"That can't be..."
"He's already acquired God Form!?"