The air was tense—charged with anticipation and electricity, quite literally. Two figures stood across from each other in the open sparring zone, eyes locked in mutual disdain.
Raijin cracked his neck, dagger spinning casually in one hand.
"I'll let you cook, bitch boy."
Tyrone adjusted the grip on his massive black scythe, smirking.
"You should be worrying about me beating your bitch ass."
"Pfft. Beat who? Me? You're not beating me, bitch boy. I'd slap the dust off your emo haircut."
On the sidelines, Mia plopped down beside Tojo, keeping one seat between them.
"They're really going at it," she muttered.
Tojo nodded, arms crossed. "Two of the same breed—just different flavors of chaos."
"SHUT THE FUCK UP AND START FIGHTING ALREADY!" Mia suddenly roared, her voice echoing across the arena.
Raijin clicked his tongue. "Tch… fine. Let's start this shit, bitch boy."
Tyrone grinned. "Then bring it, pussy."
"Go."
The instant the word dropped, Raijin dashed forward, his movement blurring. Tyrone responded with precision, unsheathing his scythe in a clean arc, the two weapons clashing with a metallic cry.
A blink—and Raijin ducked low, his dagger slicing into Tyrone's side. A sharp cough escaped Tyrone as he hit the floor hard, blood and bile dripping from his mouth.
Raijin loomed over him, unimpressed.
"Damn, you throwing up already? Still got twenty minutes left. Don't tell me that's all you've got, bitch boy."
Tyrone slowly rose, wiping his mouth.
"Nah… far from done. That was just a lucky shot."
Raijin sneered. "Then stop wasting my damn time and get up, edge lord."
Dark energy began to seep from Tyrone's body, aura shifting into something almost sentient.
"Oh, I'll get up, alright."
Raijin scoffed. "What's this? Dark magic? You really are an edge lord."
Tyrone rose fully, eyes glowing crimson. With a single swing, he sent a shadow slash across the field. Raijin sliced through it, but Tyrone wasn't done. He slammed his hands to the ground—dark chains erupted, binding Raijin in place.
Tyrone raised his fingers, crossing them in front of his chest.
"Shadow Pockets: Zero Point Barrage."
Dozens of dark orbs formed in the air—then rained down on Raijin with explosive impact. Smoke filled the arena.
Raijin snarled through the blasts. "You sneaky little bitch!"
Tyrone laughed. "Having a hard time? Who's the bitch boy now?"
Raijin's voice tore through the smoke. "GO SUCK YOUR MOTHER, YOU CUNT!"
A pause.
Tyrone lowered his hand. "…You said what?"
Raijin stepped forward. "I said—GO SUCK YOUR MOTH—"
CRACK!
Tyrone's knee shot up, connecting squarely with Raijin's mouth.
"I'LL FUCKING KILL YOUUUUUUUUUU!!" Raijin screamed, blood flying from his lips.
Tojo whistled. "Damn. They're both crashing out."
Tyrone cackled madly, spinning his scythe. Meanwhile, Mia turned her head as a group of girls entered the spectator stands.
"Where did they come from?" she asked.
Tojo gave a knowing nod. "That's Raijin's crowd. This'll be over in a flash now."
Random Girl: "BEAT HIS ASS, RAIJIN!!!"
Raijin glanced toward the stands and grinned wide. "Tch. The huzzies are watching now? I'm done playing."
Snap!
He broke free of the dark chains in an electric burst, vanishing from view.
Tyrone's eyes widened. "What the—?"
A flash. A strike. Then another. Raijin appeared behind him, then to his side, then in front—each blow landing with brutal precision. A final kick sent Tyrone crashing into the arena wall.
Before he could fall, Raijin dropkicked him, a bolt of lightning surging through his boot and into Tyrone's gut. Tyrone flew deeper into the wall, stone cracking around him.
Raijin grabbed his shirt, yanked him free, and slammed him onto the arena floor. The crowd erupted in cheers.
Raijin glanced at the timer—7 minutes remaining.
He raised his arms. Wind swirled around his body, lifting Tyrone from the ground like a ragdoll.
With a wide, manic grin, Raijin shouted,
"NOW DIE, YOU BITCH!!"
A massive bolt of lightning shot down from the ceiling, striking Tyrone dead center. A blinding flash filled the arena.
When the smoke cleared, Raijin stood over him, foot planted on Tyrone's head. The boy was unconscious.
The crowd exploded.
Raijin spread his arms wide, basking in their praise.
"YESSS! I CAN FEEL IT!! The dopamine—I'm coming!! PRAISE ME MORE, YOU PRECIOUS CUM DUMPSTERS!!"
Mia facepalmed. "I really hate this guy."
Tojo chuckled. "As a woman, I would too. Also… this whole arena is trashed."
Mia cracked her knuckles. "I really wanna beat his ass out of sheer spite."
Tojo smiled. "I'd pay to see that."
In the stands, Gendai crossed her arms. "Raijin's such a damn showoff."
Lihanna, beside her, scoffed. "He's overrated. All those lower-class girls feed his ego like he's some kind of god. In reality? He's just trash with thunder."
Gendai nodded. "Next match is Xavier vs. Evelyn. We've still got time to talk."