Battle Cry! Episode 1: Fall of a Champion, Rise of a Warrior By Salvidar

The beat was set, A fast pace rhythm bent on the adrenaline rush of this battle. The titans step forth at their starting points, neither can be seen due to the dim lighted arena. The drums beat on, faster they went, the rhythm was overwhelming. It was certain that one of these warriors would be annihilated. Oblivion opened its hell portals ready to welcome its next victim.

The heart raced on the black cloaked warrior. He was a male, probably around twenty-three or so. His face could be half seen. His cocky smirk showed he was self-assured that this fight would be his. Some of his crimson hair was revealed, but it wasn't sure how he wore it. Finally, his eyes were the last part of him left open to the world. They glowed an innocent green, yet flickered with a thirst of a fatal finish to his opponent.

As for the other fighter, he remained in the shadows. It was known he was stacked in the power area in this particular fight. He was rather slow, some said. And his name was well known. He had participated in past tournaments such as these. They called him O'jinn the Fallen One. As for most rumors, it was said his size and strength came from his over abundant supply of Chaos and Magic combined inside him. It was his source of power.

The observing crowd examined what the could of the brave-hearted warriors. Whispers were heard scattered here and there form one to another. Most believed O'jinn would, once again, win this round and send the smaller fighter to his shallow and pathetic grave. Some watchers just sat there in anticipation, and the rest placed their bets and hoped for the best.

At the gong of the beginning of this brutality, the cloaked warrior stepped out of the shadows, and stood were everyone could see he was a smaller- built person. A few chuckles and unassuring whispers flew back and forth. The cloaked warrior paid no attention to this and got in a fighting stance, showing he was more than ready to not only begin, but to also put O'jinn in his place.

O'jinn laughed to himself and stepped forward out of his shadowy haven, making the smirk fade a little on the cloaked crimson one. O'jinn had a spiky mohawk, with black and red fusions in his hair. His eyes were a pale blue, they overflowed with rage. His body was bulky and over built. Everyone cheered though, in hopes to make him want to waste no time to make the smaller warrior fall to his knees, crying in agony. O'jinn flexed and got in his fighting stance, which was similar to a boxer, and roared loudly.

A moment or two of stares exchanged between the two warriors made anticipation grow within them and their peers. The smaller warrior lost his smirk for a moment and positioned himself awkwardly, ready to pounce.

He jumped high the air, about three feet above O'jinn. Everyone awed as he came down hard. The beat still infused him as he snap kicked O'jinn's muscle littered neck. A stunning feeling came over O'jinn where the mysterious, and agile warrior pounded. a few comforting rubes and awkward glares and O'jinn laughed to regain his confidence. The warrior only smiled.

"Was that the best you got, lil' man?" O'jinn laughed in amusement. He stepped closer toward the cloaked opponent as he once again roared at him, "I wouldn't be smiling if I were you, because..." He smiled in self assurance and flexed his built body as he finished, "I'm O'jinn the Fallen One! And you are...finished!" He finished his speech and the crowd went wild. A craze of insanity and the drum beat went all out, the flame that burned within the crimson cloaked male.

The bulky arrogant warrior charged at the smaller, less built warrior. The smile faded the closer he got and instead of sense of irritation came over him. As the swinging fist flew towards the small cloaked man, it was only a second until he ran up the much bigger man's arm and did a spin over him, landing behind him, still as agitated as ever. O'jinn was in shock at how fast and coordinated his opponent was. The crowd, too, was in complete awe and amazement.

Before O'jinn had a chance to turn around and once again try to rush his opponent, the cloaked warrior side kicked his legs. This caused O'jinn to lose balance and begin to fall, but to help gravity The crimson cloaked warrior drop kicked his head. Needless to say, the bulky and dazed O'jinn fell miserably to the ground. His blood leaked out his mouth upon the dusty arena floor and the crowd now cheered for the cloaked warrior. It was a minutes until O'jinn propped himself up on one of his own knees; it was when the crimson warrior grabbed his cloak and threw it into the air, revealing himself.

His hair was in every direction, in a spiky sort of way. His body was built for speed, yet it was muscular for his size so that he could pack power behind each of his attacks. He wore a white martial art short sleeve shirt. It was a button up, but he left it unbuttoned to show a scar across his chest which alluded female audience members. He also had leather buckled boots, and baggy wrinkled pants. There was also a noticiple amulet around his neck. It was crafted from gold and was formed like a dragon wrapped around some kind of small greenish orb.

O'jinn became wide eyed as he now returned to his feet. He spit blood from his mouth, which had now stopped bleeding. He snarled at his opponent. "The hell? You're just a punky teenager! I outta, I outta..." O'jinn yelled aloud, but was cut off by The crimson kid, "Sorry, but there's nothing you can do to me, except... bow down foolish wannbe!"

"Wa-wanna be?! Insolent Fool! Those are your last words!" O'jinn cried aloud as he went to pound the kid teenager to oblivion with his heavy- handed punch. The crowd roared in a frenzy that sent the drummers wild.

Each tempting beat of the drums channeled into each muscle of the spiky- haired kid. His sweat turned sweet as it dripped across his lips. He had gotten lost in the musical trance, the adrenaline of the battle consumed him whole. Just as O'jinn approached, about a foot away, The teen smirked and used the backside of his hand to swat away the opponent's attack; then with his other useful hand he swung hard into O'jinn's kidney area, inflicting immeasurable pain the caused O'jinn to fall to his knees.

A sudden hush fell over the once raging crowd and the drums stopped. O'jinn was practically in tears of shame. The teen's proud face faded into a more serious look at this time. He clutched O'jinn's hair and spoke sternly, "Rise you coward..." O'jinn did so obediently. "Now... you have lost to me. Admit your worthlessness as a true warrior and never get near me or any tournament again until you can act as a true fighter."

O'jinn reluctantly said in a more mournful tone, "Ye-yes.. I am not worthy..." He fell quiet and more tears fell down his face. He turned away and just as his foot was about the leave the dusty ring he asked, "Bu- but... who are you?"

The teen smiled as he answered O'jinn's question, "Gee, I thought you'd never ask! The name's Seron!"

The brute-like fallen warrior nodded and shamefully wondered away from the fighting ring. The dust built up from his large steps seemed like large clouds and everyone was silent until there was nothing left. Then, their attention turned to the smaller fighter in the center of the ring. They all cheered wildly. Some chanting, "Seron! Seron! Seron!" as he walked out of the ring.

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The next morning, before sunrise, Seron left the town he dwelled in for the past day or so. He was leaving behind many unanswered questions about himself to the people of that town. He smiled as he walked in the early morning darkness.

He thought to himself, 'Maybe now O'jinn, and the other people he influenced, will see that pride built up inside you will only lead to a shameful defeat.' He sighed for a moment, and then whispered, "That's what master always told me..." He began to smile until he heard what he thought was a dash of swift footsteps behind him.

He quickly turned around. He watched all scenery that laid around him. Seeing nothing, he shrugged and turned around the way he was before. Then he stretched some and began to walk downa dusty, dirt road...