Rusty and WitchDoctor -- The Fight
Rusty and WitchDoctor circled each other on the stage floor, each one hoping the other would make the first move.
Around them, the crowd was mostly silent. Everyone knew how the fight would end, and no one wanted to see the fight, but seldom few could tear their eyes away.
Rusty adjusted the shield he borrowed from Lockjaw, “Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on you.” Though his tone was meant to be joking, it came out scared.
Witchdoctor shifted anxiously, analyzing Rusty. The ginger demigod had a build that suggested a great deal of physical power, but he was too slow to use it. His only weapon was a metal covered fist, as his sword had been broken in his last fight. The weaknesses of his stance were obvious, though his comedic aura helped to cover them.
“Just remember, you wanted this.” said WitchDoctor, staring into Rusty’s eyes.
“I know,” responded Rusty. It seemed like a good idea at the time. But as Rusty looked at WitchDoctor’s gothic black dress, he realized that the bottom of the gown was not originally maroon.
WitchDoctor didn’t need to say much. Just one whisper in the Forgotten God’s language sent Rusty to the edge of the arena. Another broke the borrowed shield. With a few more, Rusty was knocked out, partially buried in the arena floor.
