>>5706927>Hit (26)>Crit (55, Miss)>Devil Axe (28) Backfire>Manus: 38 STR + 18 = 56 – 31 DEF = 25 DMG>Manus: 45/70 HPManus wastes no time. As soon as he’s given the signal to fight, he seizes forward. Even though he wields that huge axe, he is able to move with a surprising amount of agility. Clay is immediately caught by surprise as the towering berserker lands in front of him and raises his weapon. You nearly jump out of your chair; afraid you’d just condemned the mercenary to death. The axe falls forward to cleave Clay’s head in two, but something peculiar happens. As soon as that strange axe touches the first strand of Clay’s hair, a large wound appears on Manus’ shoulder, gushing blood.
“Ahh. I guess the spirits are in a bad mood today.” Ronan says, as if this were a completely normal occurrence.
“Gah!” Manus falls back, clutching his wound. For the briefest of moments, Clay looks completely bewildered. You worry that his confusion may cause him to miss out on the opportunity to counterattack, but he fortunately pushes forward.
>Clay: 35 STR + 8 (Runesword) = 43 – 5 RES = 38DMG x2 (Bravery)>Manus: 0/70 HPClay attacks with an x-shaped slash that lands on Manus’s abdomen. The berserker cries out in pain, takes a few steps backward, and falls flat on the floor, defeated. The fight has seemingly ended.
“Huh?” Corrine exclaims.
“That was…” Anemone begins.
Eulalia claps politely.
“Perhaps we were worried for nothing…” Ashe mutters.
To say that the Sreng crowd was disappointed would be an understatement. They were positively furious at what had just transpired. Many jump up and down on their seats, screaming obscenities at the fighters below. The match was over before they’d even blinked. Once again, they proceed to throw trash into the arena. Discarded foot parts and bottles rain down from the stands. Clay takes the opportunity to bask in the hate, holding his arms out as if welcoming the crowd.
“Thank you!” Clay laughs, spinning around. He ducks, narrowly avoids a jug, and addresses the hecklers. “Mo chaired!”
Leif looks as if he is about to call the match for Clay. As he’s doing so though, your eyes lock on Maeve. As the ring continues to be flooded with trash, Maeve pulls whatever item she’d been holding onto in her robe and tosses it into the arena with surprising strength. The object, what looks to be a bottle of some sort, sails forward and shatters on Manus’ face. Some sort of liquid splashes out, and the next thing you realize, Manus has jumped back up to his feet, letting out a primal roar that silences the rowdy crowd.
