The Commentator’s Booth

“And Crim once again is pushed back by the combination of Lost, Orchid, and Ruby’s attacks! Will he be able to break through and finally finish off Lost?!” Scott shouts with more than a little enthusiasm, making the already roaring crowd grow even louder in volume. “Or will Lost in the Fog win this bout and finish off Crim once and for all?!”

Above the massive arena located at the center of the stadium, a large screen floating hundreds of meters in the air shows Crim as he grins at the three girls in front of him with a maniacal look on his face. One that has Scott questioning the man’s sanity. But he doesn’t say anything about it out loud.

“Ruby, please make sure to keep him in place for a moment,” Lost says, her clear voice echoing throughout the stadium, her white hair and long flowing black and white cloak flapping in the wind created by Orchid’s tempest magic as she speaks.

“Oh? It looks like Lost has a plan!” Scott shouts, not taking his eyes off of the twenty-year-old girl with ruby-red eyes and medieval styled metal armor with a color matching her eyes as she moves in front of the other two girls. She then raises her hand in front of her and creates a sword made out of a red metal along with a shield with her gemstone magic before wielding them both against Crim.

Crim lets out a crazy laugh before jumping straight towards Ruby, raising his hands and creating various blades of blood that stick out of his flesh, which is also partially turned into blood. But Ruby just grits her teeth as she blocks the strike, letting Lost begin to raise her hands with a bright white light beginning to shine from them.

“Lost is using her signature skill!!!” Scott shouts again, his voice almost cracking from his excitement. “If you didn’t know, Lost is best known for her skill that directly assaults the mind and nervous system of its target! It’s a masterpiece of a skill that has to be a legendary skill! The only known drawback is that it takes several seconds for it to activate and it has a short cooldown where she’s defenseless afterwards!”

The white light continues to shine brighter and brighter as Crim glances between Ruby and Lost for a second, his blades very slowly trying to dig into the shield in front of him, only for his maniacal grin to suddenly vanish with him along with it. But Lost somehow still manages to track him as her eyes immediately widen and she turns around to direct her attack straight at their own core, where Crim suddenly appears with his entire arm turned into a single sword of blood.

“Bloody heck! It looks like Crim has changed his target to their core, bypassing them entirely!!” Scott shouts as he and the millions of people watching in the audience watch Crim’s arm of blood cut straight through the core, slicing the thing in two. But just seconds later, a large white beam shoots out from Lost’s hand right before she and her team vanish, the beam tearing straight into Crim and making his eyes lose all signs of intelligence in them. “What is this turn of events! Both Crim and Lost in the Fog have eliminated themselves from the tournament at the same time!!!!”

Everyone watches Crim’s body begin letting off small amounts of smoke from all of his veins with his eyes glazed over as he drops to his knees, and then falls face first onto the floor, only to vanish moments later when the System recognizes his death.

“And now we only have three teams left, with one of them having lost their strongest member!!!” Scott shouts as he makes the screen above the arena change to show Scarlet’s team as they all vigilantly stand guard at their tower. “There’s Last Stand, which is the only team that still has all five of its members, even if their own strongest is still injured and the others have a small gap in levels from the other teams. Not that Scarlet’ll be injured for long if attacked, since I’m pretty sure their healer will take care of the wound the moment she senses anyone approaching.”

“After that, there’s Crimson Gourd, the team our late Crim was from,” Scott says, changing the screen to show a team of three members all stationed at their tower while fighting against one member of the third team. “This team has been fighting with Molten Angel for a while now, neither side gaining any ground after Molten Angel’s teammate was killed.”

Scott along with the rest of the audience watch as Molten Angel continuously tanks all of the hits dealt to him while ignoring them and slowly glowing brighter and brighter.

“Molten Angel – as I’m sure many of you are aware – has a legendary skill that allows him to store up a certain amount of damage and send it right back at his enemies. But there’s a catch! He isn’t able to move while using the skill, nor can he absorb too much damage,” Scott explains what is currently happening on the screen. “Of course, if he does go over the amount of damage he can absorb, he ends up taking extra damage as the damage he has stored up overflows into him. And the skill itself has a rather long cooldown between uses, along with an entire ten second period of time where he isn’t able to do anything after using this skill. Which must mean he saw no other means of victory before using it now!”

The attacks continue striking him over and over again, but all of the remaining members of the team are support and healers. So none of them manage to do very powerful attacks, eventually leading to Molten Angel letting out a loud roar as molten angelic wings appear on his back and stretch outwards.

“And it looks like Molten Angel might just win this one on three anyways!” Scott shouts, sounding thoroughly excited. “Does this mean the tournament is about to become Last Stand versus the Angels?!”

A bright red light flashes from Molten Angel, following which a wave of molten lava shoots out of him, enveloping all of team Crimson Gourd and making them shout from pain.

But it doesn’t kill them.

Scott’s eyes widen at that realization, but before he can commentate on it, the molten lava reaches Crimson Gourd’s core and burns it alive, sending the team away.

Oh, wow. Almost forgot about the core.

“And that’s it! Team Crimson Gourd is disqualified!” Scott shouts before clapping his hands, making the screens alternate between Last Stand, the rest of the Angels, and Molten Angel as he drops to his knees and stays there. “Leaving us with two teams remaining! Who will come out on top?! Let’s wait and see!”