Pyro of the Craven

Chapter-22: The Captains' Showdown: Ram v/s Shiva

The day of the final battle arrived, filling the air with anticipation and excitement. The participants, Ram and Shiva, stepped onto the designated fighting area, their eyes locked in determination. The crowd's cheers echoed around them, adding to the electric atmosphere.

The announcer took center stage, his voice booming through the stadium. "Ladies and gentlemen, it's time for the ultimate showdown! But before we begin, let's go over the routine details."

As the announcer began to outline the rules, Shiva interrupted, his voice cutting through the air. "Hold on," he declared, a confident smirk on his face. "I propose a change in rules for this battle."

All eyes turned to Shiva, curiosity hanging in the air. He continued, his words calculated to stir the emotions of his opponent. "I suggest we remove the boundaries so we can use the entire battlefield to fight. And the loser shall be the one who can no longer continue the fight. Are you up for it, Ramaraju? Or are you afraid you can't win with such rules?"

Ramaraju's eyes narrowed. He met Shiva's challenge head-on. "I accept," he responded, his voice steady.

The announcer turned to the officials, seeking their approval. Collector Remus nodded in agreement. "Given the consent of both participants and the officials, we shall proceed with the modified rules," the announcer proclaimed.

Excitement surged through the crowd as the announcer's voice echoed through the stadium. "Ladies and gentlemen, in this final clash, there will be no boundaries! The entire battlefield is now the stage for their showdown. And remember, the loser will be the one who cannot continue the fight."

As the tension reached its peak, all eyes remained fixed on the battling duo. The spectators held their breath, eager to witness the outcome of this thrilling encounter. It was a battle that would determine the ultimate champion and the stakes had never been higher.

The stage was set, the rules were adjusted, and the Ryoshis were ready. The final clash was about to unfold, and the Nuville City awaited its champion.

As Ramaraju stood on the battlefield, his mind raced with thoughts and strategies, drawing from his observations of Shiva's previous encounter with Siddharth.

"I've seen how he fights," Ramaraju muttered to himself, his voice filled with determination. "But can I counter it with precise timing and defensive measures?"

The clash began, and the two young Ryoshis engaged in a fierce hand-to-hand combat, their skills on full display. Shiva wasted no time in provoking Ramaraju with his words, attempting to rattle his composure.

"Come on, Ramaraju! Show me what you've got," Shiva taunted, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Ramaraju maintained his cool, his focus unshaken. "I won't let his words distract me," he affirmed silently. With every punch and kick exchanged, Ramaraju keenly observed Shiva's techniques, analyzing the patterns and searching for openings.

As the battle raged on, Ramaraju skillfully countered Shiva's agile movements, his defensive maneuvers preventing any significant damage. Yet, he couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to Shiva's abilities than met the eye.

"I've seen this move before," Ramaraju thought, his mind racing to recall the fight between Shiva and Siddharth. "But there's something different about his execution. How does he do it?"

In the midst of their intense exchange, Ramaraju seized the opportunity to engage in conversation, hoping to gain some insight into Shiva's enigmatic skills.

"You're quick, Shiva," Ramaraju remarked, his voice steady. "But I know there's more to your fighting style than meets the eye. Care to enlighten me?"

Shiva's lips curled into a smirk, his eyes gleaming with confidence. "Oh, Ramaraju, you think too much," he replied, evading the question. "Perhaps it will remain a mystery."