The day starts in the coliseum with the cheers of the audience. Ankhmae walks to the balcony and takes the microphone. The crowd grew louder, awaiting his announcement of the contestants for the first match. Ankhmae grins.
Ankhmae: " Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the first battle of round one!"
The crowd grows wild. Fireworks fly from the arena.
" At this time, I would like to thank each of you for coming to see the tournament unfold. Now, I ask that these contestants to step onto the field."
The contestants begin to grow tense. The crowd grows silent.
Ankhmae: " Vulcan 'Death 'Hephaestus!"
Vulcan: " Looks like we're first, old man."
He seems to speak to himself. Then a different voice speaks from him.
Hephaestus: " You need to show me a little more respect than just ' old man', kid. After all, your are sharing part of my power."
Vulcan: " Don't call me kid
Its Death for now on."
The man steps out onto the first spot marked on the field.
Vulcan Hephaestus, the combination of a disturbed young man named Vulcan wielding fire magic and the god stuck down from Olympus in the name of justice named Hephaestus, await the announcement of their opponent.
Ankhmae: " Tristian Roswell!"
Tristian: " Alright! Looks like I'm up!"
A man with maroon eyes makes his way onto the stage.
Tristian Roswell, a teacher from Gaia City, has stepped into the ring. He takes his place in the second spot. One of the honor quests, Kosmos Versal, jumps from his seat when he hears the name.
Kosmos: " Hey, Tristian!"
He waves wildly to Tristian. Tristian waves back with the same ferocity.
Kosmos: " You can do it, teach! Your almost as strong as I am. This guy looks like a pansy compared to me."
Vulcan: Hears Kosmos's remark.
Tristian: " You know he heard you, right?!"
The fireworks begin to explode again and a fanfare brakes the tention.
Ankhmae: " These two contestant shall now battle to move to the next round. The contestant that is defeated or otherwise will not move on. Now, with out further interruption. Let the first battle begin!"
The horns sound as the audience begins the countdown from three. On one, the horns blared to start the battle.
The crowd is in an uproar as the fighters exchange punches at blazing speed. Tristian blocks and they lock arms in a shoving match. Unable to push each other, they break away and jump back.
Hephaestus: " This is no ordinary man, Vulcan. Not only can he match strength with us, he is somehow able to block the hereditary omniscient eyes of the gods. He is either part of a god's bloodline himself, or
Vulcan: " Refer to me as death, old man. And what is this "or" business? What else could he be?"
Hephaestus: " I can't say just yet. But he does have a familiar spiritual energy signature to only to one species, the extraterrestrials."
Vulcan: " Aliens
Tristian VO: " So, you know a little about my father's race."
Tristian steps closer to Vulcan.
Vulcan is surprised and starts to yell.
Vulcan: " Get out of my head. There is enough in it as is. Wait
you can hear the old man, too.
Tristian: " Through you, yes. But I can only hear you if your in range of my power. If I was full alien, it would be different."
Hephaestus: " Its true. All extraterrestrials have strong psychic abilities. Back in the old days, they would hunt the children of the gods for sport. They would disguise themselves as human to get information on them. Once they had found a demi-god, they sent their strongest warriors to slay the demi-god. It was a cruel blow to the gods. One even got brave and decided to start a war against the gods. He refused to see us as the superior beings, rallied several types of aliens and convinced them that they were superior to us. They used science to enhance their powers and led an attack on the realm of the gods. They started on their own planets, attacking the reigning gods there. Unknowing that their planets depended on their own god's survival, they ignored the warnings and foolishly attacked. But you can't successfully kill one of us so easily. So they went for the next best thing in their eyes. They began to destroy the worlds the gods ruled and its inhabitants. Without a kingdom, the gods were forced to come down from their realms and to our surprise, they were ready with their tech. In the battle, we were superior to there tech in every way. Millions fell to our strength. Then, as we thought the battle was coming to a close, they fired their new weapons. This weapon toyed with the God Particle, something humans only recently discovered. But it was to powerful to be used like that. The moment the weapon fired, the explosion tore through gods and aliens alike. Some of the elder gods were quick to save most of us, but that explosion had drained some of us. It produced anti-matter that left them as mortal and they couldn't survive outside in space. They withered, becoming nothing more than cosmic dust. The aliens that opposed us eventually died. Too far from their home planets, supplies fells short. The more hateful gods cast disease upon them. Been a long time since those days. And as far as we new, they haven't been back. It seems now that they have somehow eluded our detection for centuries. How powerful must they be by now?
Vulcan: " That was thousand of years ago! Get over it and let continue to battle! I'm tired of hearing this. I don't care what he is!"
Tristian: " You're a very impatient person, aren't you? Very well. Lets continue our match. Luckily, my students are still on summer break."
Tristian pulls out two gun-like weapons with glowing crystals attached to them. He loads them with another crystal structure. The crystals glow brightly and create a large voice-like whir. He flips them and tosses them into the air. Catching them, he points them at Vulcan.
Vulcan twists his head to make his neck pop.
Vulcan: " You heard me, old man. Lets get moving!"
Hephaestus: " Your arrogance
Vulcan stretches out his arms, opening his hands. He claps them together. Sparks fly forth, igniting a raging flame in a circle around him. The sounds of a blacksmith at his forge ring out. Hephaestus calls out to the heavens.
Hephaestus: " Cabiri, my sons, Send us a weapon from my forge!"
The sounds become rhythmic as Vulcan draws out a symbol in the air with the flames. A something appears from the symbol. Vulcan pulls it from the air. It is a large hammer. The flames on its head burn brightly.
Vulcan: " A hammer
really, old man
Hephaestus: " Don't complain, you should be able to wield it with no problem. Remember, my knowledge, skill, strength and power has been shared with you."
As this show of power goes on, Ankhmae grins from the balcony.
Ankhmae: " Hehe
a god and an alien, in battle once again. The amount of power that will be used here today will surely be able to
In time, Ankhmae. It will happen."
Tristian starts by using his force field. He begins to float into the air. The flames on Vulcans hammer rage as he jumps high and land a mighty blow into the force field. Flames and sparks fly from the two. The repel each other, sending both into the walls on the opposite sides.
Tristian jumps of the wall and shoots. The guns glow, blasting high-energy particles at Vulcan. They strike Vulcan like explosive rounds. Vulcan strikes the ground, reluctantly summoning a golem to take the remaining shots. As the golem fades back into the earth, Vulcan runs toward his target, dragging the hammer along the ground behind him. Within striking distance, He hits Tristian into the air, ignoring his injuries. He follows up with a barrage of air attacks. Swinging the hammer, he sends Tristian crashing to the ground. Vulcan raises the hammer to strike. The hammers blow kicks up dust and rocks, blazing out of control.
As the dust settles, the crowd in shocked to see a creature holding the head of the hammer. Tristian had transformed into his alien form, Xeno. Vulcan's hammer is pinned in his arms. Xeno picks up on the hammer's head, lifting Vulcan at the handle. Vulcan twists his hands around the handle. The hammer's fire grows furious. It burns Xeno's hands and he lets go of the hammer. Vulcan throws the hammer at Xeno, and it explodes on impact. Xeno tears out of the explosion, striking Vulcan in the chest with his claws. Vulcan runs to a safe distance and wipes the blood that splashed up on his face.
Vulcan: " Old man, I need a great sword
Hephaestus: " Alright, draw the symbol."
As he draws the circle, Xeno sits in a braced position. He roars as his force field appears. It seens to be gathering energy from the space around it. Xeno unhinges its mouth open. A small light emits from it. The sharp teeth begin to spark.
Ankhmae bends over the railing with excitement.
Ankhmae: " Could this be the final blow?!",
He yells into the microphone.
Xeno begins to groan as the light grows brighter.
Vulcan invokes the powers. The handle of his weapon appears. Xeno, with mouth fully unhinged, blasts his power with a mighty roar. Vulcan pulls the sword from the circle. The blade sparks like a welder's torch. Vulcan speeds toward Xeno swings as the blast just leaves Xeno's mouth.
A unified gasp flows from the stadium and a very excited Ankhmae grins wildly.