Armfos would stand a few meters away from Moira, holding his sword in an en guard stance, ready for anything coming his way. Moira would spin her halberd around, preparing for her next attack. Skabne would lie behind Armfos, slowly regenerating. Moira would slowly press her fingers together in her free hand.
"What are you planning, ay?" Armfos would keep his eyes on her but still listen to the sound of the blood and body of the other opponent slowly regenerate.
"Soul bound, connected switch!" She disappeared, leaving behind Skabne's body. Armfos quickly spun around, clashing his sword against the incoming halberd. Moira's eyes glowed as she pushed her arm. Armfos would gulp as he saw the muscles on her arm tighten. The ground under him would break apart, cracking under the pressure as his own arm began to tighten the muscles, pushing back.
"You think you can win against us-" Skabne said.
"WITH ONE HAND!" Moira roared as she grabbed the halberd with her other hand, making the pressure double. Armfos grunted as he held back the halberd. Skabne would stand as he would point his finger at Armfos. Armfos would take a step back, allowing the halberd to crash against the ground. He would go limb, allowing his body to fall backward.
"Again!" Moira shouted. Armfos would vanish, turning into the torrent of cuts, flying toward Skabne.
"Skabne!" Moira shouted as she switched places with him again. She would spin her halberd around and swing it at the torrent, allowing the two to collide. She was slowly pushed back. He was an unstoppable force.
"Moira!" Skabne shouted as he knelt down on one leg. He clapped his hands together twice, slowly moving them apart as fire erupted between his hands, creating a bow of fire. He grabbed the middle part with his right hand and placed two fingers together at the central part with his left hand, and drew back, creating an arrow of fire.
"Flashfire-" Skabne said as he pulled the arrow further back, making all the fire collect into a bright, thin line.
"Scorched-" He took a deep breath, unleashing the arrow.
"Arrow!" It took a second for everything to catch up, but the arrow shot forward at such a speed it looked like a flash of light. The arrow hit the side of the vortex, and Armfos appeared from it with the arrow on his side. Fire erupted from the arrow, burning into his skin. Armfos growled in pain as the wound bled. He stumbled back as the arrow vanished.
"H-holy shit," Damien said.
"W-what?" Kotoha looked up.
"Th-that arrow was so hot. It burned and cauterized the wound in the same moment." Damien said.
"Bahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!" A loud laugh echoed in the arena.
Armfos would throw off his vest, revealing an endless amount of scars on his body, now joined by an impalement wound that was cauterized. He rolled his shoulder, throwing the vest to the side. He grabbed his sword, placing the cold steel against his shoulder. His hair jingled from the jewelry as it loosely hung from it.
"At least I don't have to bandage this wound, ay?" Armfos asked as he turned to Skabne. Moira made her way to Skabne, finally reuniting the two.
"I DECLARE-" Armfos shouted, throwing his hand into the air, letting the sword drop, stabbing itself into the floor.
"I WILL BE THE WINNER OF THIS ROUND!" Armfos said as he turned to them, grabbing his sword.
"Or my name isn't, ARMFOS SPARKS!" Armfos shouted as he turned to Connor.
"Right...Connor." Armfos said lowly.
"What did you say?" Armfos asked, placing both hands on his hips.
"We are trying to create a child that is strong enough to bear a gift. We would like the hero of Saltorian DNA as a sample to create this child. A sister...we could say." A scientist said.
"You want to create a child using my DNA. Isn't that a bit sick?" Armfos asked.
"It's completely safe. We just need someone very strong to hold the DNA. The thing she is going through will not be able to overcome the strain this ability will be." The scientist said. Armfos turned toward the wall, sighing.
"I'm not really a family man," Armfos said with a grin.
"It's fine. We will take care of her. All you need to do is provide the sample." The scientist said. Armfos nodded.
"What you need. Hair, spit?" Armfos asked.
"Blood. A lot of it." The scientist said. Armfos walked over to a bucket, kicking it out to the floor. He grabbed his sword, cutting a giant scar over his chest, allowing a lot of blood to drip down.
"T-there ya go." Armfos grinned.
"T-thank you, sir. SOmeone get some bandages and medicine!" The scientist shouted.
"Nah, I'm good." Armfos turned to leave, letting the jewelry jingle as he walked.
