The Tournament Of The Gods (IC, Closed)

[The Voidlands]

One poked his head up from the pile of blankets on the floor. "Weren't we suposed to be fighting today?" He asked blatantly. Aliar (for some reason) had the bed, and (somehow) avoided lighting it on fire, but the bird raised a weary head towards the Lord General and sqwuaked. "Egfritis has been banned? Well, that makes things easier." One proceeded to lay his head back done of the stool he was using as a pillow. He soon dozed off again.

[Villeyarde]

Al-NIlo and Stern had made themselves comfortable in a local tavern, Al-Nilo claiming such a visit was tradition for him before a challenge. Stern, however skeptical he was, accompanied his friend there, to keep his behavior in check if anything. Local gossip swirled across the room, the news that Egfritis's fighters had been disqualified hot on the lips.It quickly lit the discussion between the two men.

Stern was somewhat worried by that fact, "Hear that, Al-Nilo? Guess your fight is up sooner than you thought. You think the booze will leave you a stumbling mess this time?"

Al-Nilo, as always in his good spirits, just laughed at his taciturn partner's worry. "Hehe, don't worry, Stern. I know my moderation. It's a virtue after all, right? And my opponent? Just a big, fluffy cat. Seems the city is full of overgrown animals. We should talk with the King about his animal problem, eh?"

Stern was hardly relieved by his friend's aloof nature. "Nilo! Just a cat? Nearly every fighter here seems to have some kind of special advantage or the other. Don't just play off your opponent like that. You need to-" Al-Nilo interrupted Stern's lecture by slamming his mug on the table, a common gesture of his. His face was deadly serious for the first time Stern had ever seen. It was nearly unnerving to see the happy man in such a different state.

"Look, Stern. I know my fights. That's how I got here in the first place. I fought in the sands and the pits of my home, earning each day of my life with the blood of another. I left that and came here. It was all I had so I kept fighting. It got me in the High Court of Villia in the end. I know how to win a tournament." Leaning back in his chair, Al-Nilo smiled once more, " Besides, if I wanted your advice on things, Stern, I'd ask how you keep that stick so far up your ass!" Riotously laughing at his own joke, Al-Nilo's humor spread to Stern and he couldn't help but return the smile of his friend. Perhaps this tournament would work out well, after all.

[The Stokes Regalia]

Lotar was at a carriage. It wasn't HIS carriage, but it was a carriage all the same. Well he thought it was a carriage, without horses he guessed it was a cart people could get in, but they couldn't go anywhere. Maybe they could have someone carry the carriage, but it wouldn't be as efficient as having a horse team carrying it. The horse team that was carrying it probably would've gotten really far to. Well they did get a considerable from the carriages when Lotar released them. He felt like a good person,wolf, scary beast thing, or whatever he classified himself as. Then when he could barely see the horses any more he dropped to all fours and began chasing them. He probably might have returned at least one of the horses after he had fun chasing them around, but he got pretty hungry after about 10 minutes of chasing them.

He caught the horses at the same time. Killing one instantly with the sheer force of him barreling into it while fantasizing about food. It was an accident, mostly. The other horse had been dazed a little and was getting back up off the ground. Lotar stood on two legs and helped the animal up before leaping onto its back and riding it back to its carriage.

Upon arrival at the carriages he realized he didn't eat and slaughtered the horse then and there. He began devouring the animal then the Potenzan guards showed up. The starved men came with stones and bottles filled with sand, to help their "Magic". One of the guards stepped foward and started mumbling something unintelligible, he then threw his bottle of sand at Lotar. The vial shattered in front of Lotar who looked at it, the people actually thought they were doing something. He would've killed all the men immediately but his Guillotine was like 3 feet away and he really didn't feel like reaching for it. His focus came back to reality when he heard the guards whooping and hollering about the idiot throwing a bottle of sand that only managed to get a few sand particles on Lotar's feet. Lotar looked to the ground and picked up a rock and slung it at the guard who threw the bottle of sand. The idiot was knocked off his feet and fell back a few feet. The other guards were amazed at Lotar's "Magic". They started chattering and talking among each other with only a few of the other guards helping the idiot who Lotar hurled the rock into. Lotar was getting annoyed at the group of idiots that surrounded him in a semi circle. Lotar looked back to the horses corpse and chopped off a leg with his claws. He stood horse leg in hand and grabbed the guillotine in his other. He walked by the guards and pushed them to the side. He looked back to the fools sad for them as they were to stupid to understand what was going on. Then he put the leg into his mouth and threw his guillotine on his back, dropped to all fours and began running to the tournament grounds.

[Grande Potenza]

Location: The Grande Arena
Time: 12:32 pm
Tempesta and Caesar stand on a platform on the east side
Filling the arena are the citizens of Grande Potenza
The other warriors stand in special sky-boxes located on the west side
Down on the ground two warriors stand in the dark hallways on the north and south ends


"The time has come Caesar. Are you prepared?"

"Indeed I am Tempesta. You may return to your seat. I shall be fine with the Canaglia élites guarding me."

"Very well, my liege." Tempesta begins to walk off the platform; locking eyes with Archmage Mendor from across the arena as he walks away.

*Caesar mutters a spell to amplify his voice*

"Fellow citizens of Grande Potenza! Behold, for before you stand the greatest fighters in all of Fahl! From the high cliffs of The Voidlands, to the mountains of Villeyarde, these brave warriors have come for one reason or another. Now, without further delay, let's welcome the contestants who shall start the tournament. Come forth, Warchief Ta'jin and Al-Nilo, The Crocodile Knight!"

Applause are heard all through the arena as the two enter from the hallways. they stop about 15 meters from each other

"I'm impressed that you showed up. I'd assumed you were passed out in some tavern." Ta'jin tells Al-Nilo as he smirks.

"Please! As if Potenzian alcohol could make me pass out! I hope that glaive of yours can stop my pick from crushing your skull." Al-Nilo retorts.

"Oh, you shan't be disappointed." Ta'jin says as he points a claw at Al-Nilo.

Caesar takes a breath

"Now, before we begin, the rules. The two fighters shall be transported to a random location within Fahl. They will fight until one of them either surrenders, is knocked unconscious, or killed. When one of these happen, they shall be teleported back to the Grande Arena."

As the rules are being explained, Captain Daniel Stern and Lord General One are looking at the fighters and discussing how the fight will go

"Who do you think will win?" One asks Stern.

"Well, knowing Al-Nilo, he'll want to finish the fight quickly. But, I get the feeling Ta'jin is gonna try and draw it out." Stern says with a focused look at Al-Nilo.

"tch. well, at least I can say that we're in for some entertainment." One replies with a smirk on his face.

cutting back to Caesar

"-and we shall watch the fight via a massive orb of magical energy. It will display the fight from various angles, as to get the most entertainment. Now to commence the fight. Tempesta, ready the spell.

As Tempesta prepared to teleport them, High King Drustan, High Admiral Dusan, and Archmage Mendor all looked deeply at him.

"The Tournament Of The Gods begins! The location shall be.... The Ruins Of Old!"

KACHOW!

[Rykinsvik]

As the clouds begin to grow darker turning days into night in the kingdom of Rykinsvik. King Mørohtár stands on ancient battle grounds, and calls upon the fallen soldiers awakening them from their slumbers beneath the ground. The soldier that died in battles of old are now arising from snow and dirt, now restless waiting to serve to their awakener. Now new legions of warriors join the ranks in Mørohtars army.

[The Voidlands]

The Void Herald, clad in his pitch black robe, lead Napoleon up the small path to the Unfinished Tower. The people who were traveling about their daily business stopped to stare at the two, before quickly scurrying off. They were of Voidlander origin, one could tell by the skin. Both and Bandits wandered about, obviously recognizing Napoleon, but here and there was a new person, a Westerner. They did not recognize Napoleon, so they stood and stared the longest, not knowing who this man was to come waltzing right in, attracting the attention of everyone around them.
Rather quickly, the pair reached the top of the small hill, where sat the Unfinished Tower so similar to that in Seawatch. From about the tenth floor up, the tower was just bare wood beams, showing the outline for what would be the next couple stories. It was also made from a far different stone than the other, which looked like it had been carved from solid stone. This one was made of dark granite, most likely from a quarry not far away.

As Ozymandias opened the great pale wood doors, ushering Napoleon inside, one thing became clear. His coming had not been unexpected. Lilliyana sat upon a styled throne, made of the same pale wood as the doors, carved into the likeliness of the Voidlander Insignia, but with two flowers taking the place of the twin blades. She wore a regal dress, a single ring on her right pinky finger, two diamond earrings, but no sort of crown. On her sides stood Napoleon's other aunts, dressed similarly but with different colored dresses and different jewelry.
Upon Napoleon almost reaching the dais upon which his aunts stood/sat, Lilliyana rose and spoke. "My nephew Napoleon." She said, with a polite but stern voice. "I do not believe we have ever met in person." She walked down the steps of the dais, showing that she was relatively short in comparison to regular sized Napoleon. She was old, being the second oldest child of Donovan, but she still remained rather beautiful. "I would ask you what you were doing here," She said, starting to walk around Napoleon, looking him up and down and inspecting his physical condition. "But I believe we both know." She finished making a circle around Napoleon and returned to the dais, taking a seat in the flower-throne. "You seek aide against the coward David." She looked at Ozymandias, who only nodded, answering an unspoken question. She smiled and said to Napoleon. "I will help you if you do one thing for me."
Napoleon, who had stayed relatively still and quiet while Lilliyana poked and prodded him, finally said "And what ever might that be, my dear Aunt?" Returning her stern politeness.
"Marry my daughter." She said, as a young lady, of the same young age as Napoleon, walked down the great stair to the side of the throne.
Napoleon stood a little stunned at the offer, and thought for some moment. Finally though, after looking at his beautiful cousin, he said "Even if it were under different circumstances, I would say yes."

And there was much rejoicing throughout the night as the had the wedding then and there. There was feasting and merriment early into the morning, but with the coming of the sun, a message went out, to the city and the small periphery towns to the North and South along the coast. It was a call to war, and as David looked out into the Seawatch Morning, he could see a storm rising to the West.

[Delvan]

The fight had begun in the already ancient ruins of what once was Grande Potenza. Once beautiful stone buildings, plazas, and statues were now decaying into rubble. Ivy and weeds were encroaching, reclaiming what once rightfully belonged to them. This was the sight that suddenly greeted Al-Nilo and Ta'jin both, leaving them both momentarily stunned.

Al-Nilo had to act quickly. His opponent was surely to abuse the open space the city provided; he couldn't keep up with the cat on even terms, better yet when he was clad in full armor. His only real option was to trap the Pridewalker as quickly as possible, preferably in one of the buildings where he could corner him. Steadying his footing, Al-Nilo sprinted towards his opponent, weapon ready, hoping to catch his opponent unready.
As Al-Nilo charged, Ta'jin could feel the power of the earth radiate from the land. The land spoke of ancient mysteries and power that was hidden deep inside the Earth, never to be seen again. Ta'jin broke out of his trance just in time to sidestep Al-Nilo's attack. Ta'jin then brought his glaive slicing through the air where the human was.
The Pridewalker was more focused than he had hoped. As Al-Nilo stepped into where Ta'jin was, he met only air. A smash into the square of his back sent him sprawling forward, barely recovering into a roll. Recovering his feet, he leveled the pick at his foe, squaring off against Ta'Jin once more.
Ta'jin glared at Al-Nilo with a cool grin. The two started to circle each other in order to see who would dare attack first. Ta'jin glanced at his surroundings seeing buildings and trees to his side, and he spotted a perfect place in order to enact a decisive attack. He laughed at the bulking knight as the warrior started to approach slowly.

"Think you can catch me, reptile?" said Ta'jin as he twirled his glaive in the air and brought it down on Al-Nilo. The warrior blocked the incoming blow only to have Ta'jin dart across the battlefield towards some undergrowth.
The damn cat was playing tricks with him. He could see that much. But the arena was no place for him, he couldn't dictate the pace of the match in the city. So the cat had total control here. He hated it and he knew it'd cost him, but he wasn't going in like an idiot.

Swapping for his longsword, Al-Nilo strode towards the brush his foe had disappeared into. His pick would do him no good the closer he got, and he was getting tired of the lion's tricks. He was ready to end this match, with blood.
The human, known as the crocodile knight, walked warily through the thick brush that covered the ground. Ta'jin had perched himself on a thick branch that oversaw the clearing that the bulky figure had just walked into. Ta'jin could only smile as the fool came ever closer to his ambush. He prepared himself to pounce on the human that was almost beneath him as he counted "1...2...3...". Ta'jin kicked off the branch towards Al-Nilo with a shockingly quick movement. He brought his glaive and claws forward as he descended on his opponent.
A cat that big couldn't just slink off into the brush that easily. Not without a noise, at least. Yet still, he had lost his quarry in the maze of foliage. Frustrated, he was beginning to slip up. Only too late however, Al-Nilo realized where his opponent was. Cursing his foolishness, Al-Nilo tried to sidestep away, dagger drawn, but was too late. The full weight of his opponent fell down upon him, crushing and cleaving into his shoulder beneath them both, leaving it totally useless. Dagger still in hand, Al-Nilo lashed one final, rage-filled attack at the beast on top of him. He was going to make sure he left his mark in this fight.
The dagger pierced Ta'jin's eye causing him to retreat a few paces backwards after his ambush. The dagger was embedded deep in his eye and he roared with agony as blood poured from the wound. Ta'jin could feel the blessing of Veles attempt to heal with the dagger still in his wounded eye, so as quickly as he could, Ta'jin pulled the knife out and threw it to the ground. Again he roared as loud as he could but this time, it was with rage. The wound had already healed, but the eye could not be so easily repaired. The damage done was most likely permanent along with the giant scar that was left behind.

Ta'jin glared at Al-Nilo with his one good eye as the warrior attempted to stand up, and with a growl, he charged again. He had only one thought in mind and that was revenge.
Ta'jin charged the now standing knight that prepared himself for the oncoming attack. Ta'jin could see that he had damaged Al-Nilos shoulder significantly to the point of it being useless, so he took advantage of this. He attacked the side with the weakened shoulder causing the knight to become unbalanced, and then he slammed his fist into Al-Nilo's face causing him to back away to the trunk of a tree. Ta'jin began his relentless attacks with his glaive as he swung and twisted at the broken knight. The knight, although extremely weakened, defended himself with the strength of his nickname, the crocodile though his defenses waned with each strike made by the powerful cat. Ta'jin's rage never allowed Al-Nilo a breath until with one strike, Ta'jin hooked the knight's blade out of his hand onto the ground and he brought down his glaive across Al-Nilo's chest again and again. Blood splattered on the ancient ground that now seemed to call out with an ever growing radiance. The land seemed to call for war, and yet it seemed also to call for peace.

The energy seemed to calm Ta'jin down long enough for him to realize what he had done. He roared with triumph, happiness, anger, and despair, all in one sound. The surroundings seemed to change back to the arena in Vivec as Al-Nilos body layed motionless on the ground.

[Grande Potenza]

As Al-Nilo's body slumped to the ground, the crowd erupted with cheers for Ta'Jin. The other contestants sat rather quietly, stern expressions on their faces. Caesar stands from his throne

"Well, It seems the winner is Warchief Ta'jin... NYOOOOO-HO! Ta'jin will advance to the next round! Let us welcome back the victor!"

Tempesta raises his hand, lighting strikes the arena again. KA-CHOW

"Huh? Where ar- oh. I'm back"

Ta'jin turns to look at Al-Nilo. He holds his damaged eye

"You fought well, crocodile knight. I'd question your methods, but they seemed rather effective. Your death shall not be forgotten."

Potenzian healers and guards ran to Ta'jin's aid and guided him out of the ring. Two guards moved Al-Nilo out as well

"Ladies, Gentlemen, And Werewolves!"

lotar wakes up from a nap
"Did you hear something Gmz?"
"I think that Caesar Salad guy is talkin"

"I sure hope everyone got their fill of combat and violence, because now we begin the Skill Competition! All contestants report to the center of the arena!"

Once all of those competing gathered, Tempesta approached them with a large box

"Attention everyone. In my hands is a box. But what is in the box you say? Why of course. It's Spoons!"

A quiet Nyo-Ho was heard in the distance

"Each of you is to take one spoon and balance it on your nose. The first one to make it to the marked flag about 10 kilometers south of the Grande Arena, and back, with the spoon on their nose wins. No magic is allowed in this event, nor is any killing of contestants/citizens. So you'll have to get very creative to win this."

As Tempesta walked away, the contestants looked at their spoons with shock, confusion, and above all...just WTF faces

"If there are no questions, then let us get under way shall we? On my mark...Tre! Due! Uno! BEGIN!"

[The Voidlands]

A messenger on horse rode into the Grande Arena to find burning corpses every where, spoon marks indented upon their foreheads. The messenger found One among the chaos, we was watching Aliar, perched atop Tempesta, setting the druid on fire and bashing a molten spoon into his skull. "Any reason why the High General is trying to kill that man?" The messenger asked.
One shrugged and said "Probably saw the challenge as an afront to it's dignity. Surprised it hasn't set the whole city on fire yet."
The messenger remembered the reason why he was here and said "David herby recalls you to the Southern Twin. Both of you are needed else where." One stood up from his seat on the balcony and stretched. He whistled and his horse came running through the gate.
"About time. I've gotten bored here." He mounted up and started riding out of the Arena, but remembered Aliar and shouted back "I think he's dead, Aliar." The bird swqauked, admired it's handy work, and gave a few more bashes until it got up and flew towards the two horsemen.

They arrived at the Southern Twin to find all the Inquisition Flags removed and a giant Voidlander flag flapping from the highest point of the Fort, partially shadowing the Delvan section. All the crucifixes had formed a large pyre outside.
As One got closer, he saw that the Voidlander bridge had been rebuilt, it's entrance limited to the 2/3 controlled by the Voidlands. "Seems like David has been busy." One said.

[Delvan]

"The Black Tower must be destroyed! It is an affront to all that is true magic!" yelled the High Arcanist

"We all agree on this, but we must have support! I have already gathered many supporters but we need Kings to side with us. Delvan will of course side with us, but we need more. Revaz and Rykinsvik need to be cleansed, so I suggest we ask Villeyarde. They are the strongest nation so far." stated Raikos

"We have already talked about them Raikos! They are ruled by the deceitful ones and must be destroyed!" replied Diana

"Shut up girl! This is a meeting of the Mage Lords not priestesses." said the High Arcanist

Diana looked furious, but she knew he was right so she stepped back.

"Raikos is right, we could use Villeyardes new leadership to control the spread of the parasite and secretly destroy them if we recruit them against the dark kingdoms." said Mendor

All heads nodded in agreement. It sounded like a good idea. Diana was shocked to hear her father say such things though, but as a priestess of Devana, she had other duties and so she knew she would not be able to do as the council agreed upon.

"The Black Tower must be dealt with though as quick as possible. We need to harass Rykinsvik in an attempt to warn them against their transgressions." stated Prokopyi

"I shall deal with the interlopers. I have allowed them to live and govern on my land for far too long, so it is only fitting that I take back what is rightfully mine." stated the Ice Witch cooly. The air seemed to drop 10 degrees when she spoke, but everyone knew what she spoke of. The north was hers and her ancestors domain, and it has been so for centuries. They let the lesser races do what they wanted, but in reality, she only sat back trying to keep the demons of the north from enroaching on to her land. But the men that settled there had corrupted her land, and now she wants it back.

"I shall bring down hell upon the land until the Black Tower falls. No one shall live that sought refuge in the dark. Just leave it to me" she said.

"Hell must be cold then..." whispered Raikos while everyone readily agreed.

"Anything else before we move on?" asked Mendor

"I would like to report that their has been unusual Pridewalker activity. They seem to have been coming together, and I sense a strong godly magic in certain areas. Its like their God has finally blessed them." said the Earthlady

[Delvan]

Diana was confused at first by the challenge, but after Caesar said "go" she took a spoon and balanced it on her nose. She then started walking as fast as she could to the finish line, but she was sure that this was one of the most unusual challenges shes ever faced.
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Captain Darrium has been stationed at the southern twin for months. After awhile, the parties with the Holy Inquisition had stopped and he stopped seeing their guards on patrol. Then oddly enough one day he went on patrol and he saw hundreds of pridewalkers moving with there belongings in the direction of the Blood Sands. They looked like the Pridewalkers from the Great Plains, but they seemed to be migrating and carrying lots of weapons. Ever since then, Darrium had kept watch on them, reported them to his King and fortified the garrison. Darrium had one day gone over to the Holy Inquisitions side to warn them, but instead of them, he found a few dozen Voidlanders laying claim to the garrison. Immediately he arrested them after seeing that their flags had flown high, and he visited the Inquisitions part of the fort. The Inquisitors seemed to have disappeared and since he knew that he needed to keep the Voidlanders from retaking the twin, he finally fortified all of the twin. Delvans flags were raised high above the fort, and he notified his king right away asking for reinforcements.

[Grande Potenza]

Having witnessed his tournament delve into fire and chaos, Caesar stood on the throne in the Grande Arena. His face was filled with nothing but disappointment.

"My Liege, what shall we do? The decent to madness has begun!"

"I know it has. For many years I tried to change the ways of these people. I even moved our entire kingdom to forget the memories of the Mad King. I guess you could say this was my fault; letting those freaks into my kingdom."

"It was not you faul-"

"Ah, but it was. And now, our ambitions for a better future have been destroyed. You know, I foresaw it."

"Foresaw what, my lord?"

"This. The Fall of Fahl. When I announced the contestants, The stars didn't flicker. Rather, they died off. It was a sign that I would be the cause of the downfall of Potenza."

"So...how do we handle this?"

"I did not want to do this. But it seems I have no choice."

Caesar pulls out three stones from his pocket

"Here. Hold onto this blue stone. When you arrive, give it to the Revaz guards. They'll know what to do."

"Huh? What do yo-"

Caesar throws one of the remaining stones at the ground

"The stars shall make my final decision."

As quick as they appeared, all the stars immediately flashed violently. This meant something horrible was about to happen

"I was afraid of this. I guess this is it for me."

"Signore, what are you talking about?"

Caesar takes a final glance at the arena. The faces of his citizens. His entire life flashed before him. He did not feel regret for what happened in his wake; For he had done all he could to better those around him.

"portare tutti alle proprie case"

With this spell, everyone in Grande Potenza is teleported back to their own kingdoms. All Potenzian citizens are altered by race or ethnicity and sent to Caesar's allies, Rykinsvik and Revaz. The only ones remaining in Grande Potenza is King Caesar and Arcodruid Tempesta. As the moon rises, Caesar walks into the arena to his friend, hunched over with a burnt face.

"Well, how do you feel, Mad King?"

"My name is Caesar Bàrtolo."

"Oh per favore. No one is around. Just accept it."

Tempesta was referring to the night the "Mad King" was assassinated. Or so people thought. When the real Caesar Bàrtolo attacked the Mad King, he was stopped in his tracks by a forbidden spell. Caesar was five millimeters from his throat with a knife when the Mad King seemed to "Freeze Time". He then used Caesar's own knife and cut his head off. After some cleanup, He realized something. For the longest time, he had wanted control over Fahl. If he could make Potenza the most loved nation in Fahl, he could use everyone's support and potentially seize control. Then, with even more black magic, The Mad King transformed himself into Caesar Bàrtolo

"I suppose my plan failed. As did yours."

"Hey now. I was only in it to further my knowledge. I could never figure out that Time-Freeze spell. Can you at least tell me where you learned it."

"Sorry. Even if i wanted to I am cursed to be unable to reveal it's origins."

"Well that's anti-climactic."

"What do you expect? Some longevity of explanation?"

"Fair enough. So what now?"

"Well, I smashed the Stone of Fortune. So everyone in Potenza should be with my allies nations. And i sent King Arlo's soul back to their kingdom. They should be able to find his body in the Ruins of Ancient."

"That's good. But what of us?"

"Well, I figure you're probably wanted dead by Archmage Mendor. So you can't really go anywhere."

"True."

"And I feel as though i've lived my life long enough. Did I ever tell you I was best friends with the Last Descendant of The Conqueror?"

"Like a trillion times."

"Hmph. Someone's grumpy. Well, I figure I can't leave any evidence of my plans behind. So my plan was this."

Caesar, well The Mad King I guess, pulls out the last stone from his pocket.

"Is that the-"

"Yes. It is. A stone containing magic straight from The Conqueror himself. Once I break it, Grande Potenza will be wiped virtually off the map. There may be some flooding along the mainland's coast, but that's a problem for another king."

"You really thought this out, huh?"

"Indeed. They say someone is only mad if the have no last resort."

"Any last words 'Caesar'?"

"Nyo-Ho?"

"Seems appropriate."

"Arrivederci, Old Friend."

The Mad King threw the stone with a great force into the sky. On it's way down, The two gave each other one last look. Just nano-meters from the ground, The Mad King uttered "Toki O Tomare". Time had frozen for a brief moment. The Mad King looked at Tempesta's smile. As time resumed, He grinned as well.

!!!BOOOOOOOM!!!

Grande Potenza has been eradicated
Caesar 'Mad King' Bàrtolo: Dead
Tempesta Diavolo: Dead

END