Father Gabe: Male 45, a priest, wears long robe with a cross neckless.
Zenobia: assassin, female 34, wears dark clothes uses a dagger.
The gate opens and Gabe walks out. The arena is set up as a empty street with a few abandoned buildings there is heavy fog in the arena. The bell rings before anyone even had a chance to see Zeno.
The arena fell silent as Father Gabe and Zena faced each other, their eyes locked in a deadly gaze. Both combatants knew the stakes were high, and their determination shone through their intense expressions. The crowd held its breath, waiting for the clash to begin.
Zena lunged forward, her agility and speed unmatched. With lightning-quick strikes, she aimed to overwhelm Father Gabe, but he was ready. His years of training and discipline had honed his senses, and he effortlessly evaded her initial onslaught. Each movement flowed with purpose and precision.
As Zena pressed her assault, Gabe's defensive style came into play. He utilized his robes to his advantage, swaying and flowing with her attacks, his movements graceful yet resilient. His focus was unwavering, never allowing a single blow to breach his defenses.
Zena's frustration grew as her strikes were met with Gabe's unyielding defense. She had expected an easy victory, underestimating the priest's skill and resolve. But Father Gabe was no ordinary opponent. His past had forged him into a fighter who refused to back down.
With a sudden burst of energy, Gabe seized an opening. He sidestepped Zena's furious punch, countering with a swift and precise strike to her abdomen. The impact sent her staggering back, momentarily stunned. Gabe didn't hesitate, his movements transitioning seamlessly from defense to offense.
His strikes were deliberate, powerful, and purposeful. Each blow delivered with controlled aggression, driving Zena further into the defensive. Father Gabe's transformation from a peaceful priest to an unstoppable force was evident in every movement.
Zena, though wounded, refused to submit. She fought back with everything she had, attempting to regain control of the battle. But Gabe's resilience proved too great. He deflected her blows effortlessly, countering with precise strikes that seemed to land with the force of a hammer. Quickly Zeno jumps into the fog and disappears.
"I do not want to hurt you." Gabe says as he looks around for Zeno. Suddenly she appears behind him and strikes down but he moves to the left and uses a open palm to push her back. "You are gonna have to kill me or die father." Zeno shouts at she kicks him in the leg and stabs his foot then she jumps back into the shadows. Father Gabe puts his palms together to pray then he says "Father Forgive me, please." "That will not help." Zeno says as she steps out of the shadow. Suddenly Gabe's robe drops reveling a muscular body with many tattoos. He looks forward and says with a now deeper voice. "Die." In the blink of an eye he moved forward and kicked Zeno with the force of a truck she pukes as she goes flying. The crowd watched in awe as the once tranquil priest unleashed a storm of fury upon his opponent.
Gabe's fighting style had evolved. No longer defensive and non-violent, he channeled his inner rage, his desire for justice and retribution. Every strike was a testament to his pain, his determination to avenge his sister's death. It was as if the weight of his past fueled his every move, empowering him to fight with unparalleled strength.
As the battle reached its climax, Zena found herself outmatched and outmaneuvered. Gabe's relentless assault left her with little room to breathe or retaliate. Her strength waned, and fatigue took hold. Sensing her vulnerability, Father Gabe delivered a final blow—a resounding strike that sent Zena sprawling to the ground, defeated and broken.
The crowd erupted in applause, astonished by the transformation they had witnessed. Father Gabe stood victorious, his body covered in sweat and his eyes filled with a mix of sorrow and triumph. He had proven that beneath the robe of a priest lay a warrior capable of overcoming any obstacle.
In that moment, the arena recognized not only the physical prowess of Father Gabe but also the resilience of the human spirit. It was a battle fought not only with fists but with the depth of one's past and the determination to rise above it. Father
