Record of Ragnarok: Ouroboros

Chapter 15: Tyranny's End

The blade of the liberator clashes with the unwanted tyrant for the last time.

As both fighters were on their last legs, they got into their battle stance, preparing to strike again. Heimdall began to announce. "Both Simón Bolívar and Set had unveiled their ultimate weapons to each other. Their battle has entered its final stage! There's no telling what will happen now!"

In the VIP Booth of the Slavic Supreme God, both Perun and Chernobog were watching the fight before Chernobog asked Perun, "So, lord Perun. Who do you think is going to win?" Chernobog questioned with curiosity.

"I am not the type of person who takes on bets from people killing each other. However, I can tell who is stronger, but there is no telling of the outcome until it happens." Perun replied coldly, only focusing on the fight itself and nothing else.

"Oh really? You think?" Chernobog snickered. "Anyway, let's get back to watching the bloodshed."

Meanwhile, on the now-wrecked arena floor, the two fighters stared each other down. Set held the cracked khopeshes with both hands, while Simón stood, sword and pistol in hands, bracing for attack. After a few seconds, the first one to act...was Set.

Set zoomed toward, making a deadly approach toward Simón. He used the sand below him as he made a straightforward charge toward the liberator to conjure a sand sphinx.

Simón immediately shot the sphinx, causing it to disintegrate instantly. However, Set used this opportunity to lunge at the liberator, low-tackling him and making them fall over on the sand floor.

As Simon fell first on his back, Set mounted him. Rather than slashing him, Set repeatedly punched Simón's bloody face until Simón held Set on his waist and threw him away.

"He didn't use his weapons!? But why?! If he had used it, he could've killed him!" Huitzilopochtli shouted, his hands looking as if they were about to crush the armrest on the chair he was gripping.

"Using the khopeshes would be too predictable. Even if he did use it, Simón might have even blocked them with his weapons." Athena said, trying to point at what Set could have planned. "He might have had to punch to blind Simón with his blood, in case Simón got out of his mount. Then Set could've used that advantage to attack."

"Phew~, so playing dirty's the best he can do. It's not like he hasn't played dirty before." Dionysus replied, whistling at Athena's comment.

"No...He's being forced to play dirty. Set's trying to break him to lower his guard. With injuries that Set dealt to him, he could break down at any moment." Hermes muttered in response, holding his chin as he stared at Simón.

"I figured it wouldn't be that easy after I hit you with a laser beam." Set said, pulling himself to his feet. "So, let's end this, shall we?"

Set inserted both pummels of his khopeshes together, merging them into one weapon. As the pummels fused, Set used both hands to extend the handle longer before spinning his new weapon and penetrating the ground with it. Revealing that the khopeshes formed into a twin-bladed glaive.

"A glaive! Set has turned his twin pair of khopeshes into a twin-bladed glaive! Perhaps Set switched up his fighting style?!" Heimdall called out instinctively.

"A glaive, huh? That reminds me of Erlang." Yu Huang mused to himself, smiling at the sight of Set's new weapon.

"Fighting like this won't help me win, even that damn snake can't do anything about these khopeshes." Set muttered, holding his glaive tightly as he prepared to make the move.