Lr stories part 1: Power royale

Chapter 49: Final Hunt, Part 2

The tension in the arena was almost palpable, the air thick with the anticipation of what was to come. The final hunt was no longer just a game; it was a desperate struggle for survival. With Benito Garcia still lurking somewhere in the shrinking battlefield, William Dangerfield and Angelo Vasquez knew they had to be ready for anything.

Announcer 1's voice boomed across the arena, brimming with energy, "Ladies and gentlemen, our contenders are still on the move! William and Angelo are determined, but Benito Garcia is playing a deadly game of cat and mouse!"

Announcer 2 added, his tone more somber, "This is where strategy and instinct will decide everything. Benito's ability to manipulate distance is unlike anything we've seen in the Power Royale. The odds are stacked against our duo, but they've proven resilient so far."

The rocky terrain had grown even more treacherous as the arena continued to shrink. William and Angelo moved cautiously, their eyes scanning every shadow, every crevice, knowing Benito could strike from any direction.

"This place is a death trap," William muttered, his eyes narrowing as he adjusted the metal plates around his body, ready to react at a moment's notice.

Angelo, his usually calm demeanor now tinged with anxiety, nodded. "We need to keep moving, keep him guessing. We can't let him control the fight."

But even as they tried to stay one step ahead, the reality of their situation was grim. Benito was not only dangerous but also relentless, and they were quickly running out of options.

Suddenly, without warning, a sharp crack echoed through the air. Benito had struck, altering the distance between him and his prey in the blink of an eye. Before either William or Angelo could react, Benito was upon them, his presence a blur of deadly intent.

Angelo barely had time to shift into a tiger, his powerful feline body ready to counterattack, but it wasn't enough. Benito's hand shot out, his ability warping the space between them, and with a sickening crunch, he tore into Angelo's flesh.

Announcer 1 gasped, his voice tinged with shock and excitement. "Oh my god, Benito Garcia just ripped Angelo's arm off! This is brutal!"

Announcer 2 interjected, his voice grave, "This could be the end for Angelo. His ability to shift into animals might not be enough to save him now. Benito has the upper hand!"

Angelo roared in pain, blood pouring from the gaping wound where his arm had been moments before. Instinctively, he shifted back into human form, clutching the stump where his arm once was. The agony was overwhelming, but he forced himself to stay on his feet.

William reacted quickly, metal tendrils shooting out from his body to form a protective barrier between them and Benito. "We need to get out of here, now!" he yelled, grabbing Angelo by the shoulder.

But Benito wasn't finished. He moved with terrifying speed, closing the distance between them in an instant. William gritted his teeth, focusing all his energy on reinforcing the metal shield, but he knew it wouldn't hold for long.

"Run!" William shouted, pushing Angelo forward. "We can't take him on like this!"

Angelo, his vision blurred with pain and blood loss, didn't argue. With the last of his strength, he began to run, William following close behind. The rocky terrain made every step treacherous, but they had no choice. Benito was right on their heels, and they needed to put as much distance between them as possible.

Announcer 1 couldn't contain his excitement, "This is it, folks! The final showdown is coming to a head! William and Angelo are on the run, but can they escape Benito's relentless pursuit?"

Announcer 2 was more measured, though no less intense. "It's not looking good for our duo. Benito has shown that he's willing to do whatever it takes to win. William and Angelo are in serious trouble."

As they fled, William glanced over his shoulder, his mind racing. They needed a plan, something that would buy them time, but the pain and desperation in Angelo's eyes told him that they were out of options. The final hunt had become a race for survival, and it was a race they were rapidly losing.

"Hang in there," William muttered, more to himself than to Angelo. "We'll find a way out of this."

But even as the words left his mouth, he knew how hollow they sounded. Benito was closing in, and the arena was shrinking faster than they could run. The end was near, and it was only a matter of time before Benito made his final move.

With one last glance at Angelo, who was struggling to keep up, William pushed himself harder. They couldn't stop, not now. Not when the stakes were this high.

But deep down, both men knew the truth. They were running out of time.

To be continued...