The Realm of Magic

Semi-Finals Round 1

The Semi-Finals make me a bit nervous. I need to make it to that final. The other two competitors look pretty skilled, having made it this far. "You ready?" I asked Jasmine. "Of course." "The first match of the semi-finals is!..." I gulped. I was so nervous. Please let it be the tougher guy. I'm by sure why I wanted to fight the tougher guy, maybe cause I wanted Jasmine to have a 100% chance of making it to the finals? "Maxwell!" Maxwell was definitely the toughest guy here, probably bigger than Gardell! He had an axe for a weapon, and picked it up as he walked to the centre of the arena. His footsteps were extremely light, for how big he was. "His matchup!... Malachi!" Thank goodness. I thought to myself. "Go get em blue!" I turned and gave Jasmine a smile. She will never cease to amaze me with the amount of support I get from her alone. I walked to the centre of the arena. We looked at each other. We walked to opposite sides of the arena. I drew my swords. BOOOOOOOOOORRRRG! I dashed straight for him, hoping to end this match quickly. Maxwell wasn't having that. He started running, and not away from me, straight at me! I was slightly surprised, but I didn't crack. I slid under his legs, avoiding his what I'm assuming was going to be an attack. He turned around, and started running at me again! He started yelling now:"You runt! Stand still!" I've never heard that insult before. I ran at him, and jumped right over him. He turned around and started running again! I was starting to get tired, and I couldn't keep this up forever. By the looks of things, Maxwell could, which wasn't good. He was trying to tire me out, and it was working quite well. He started running at me, but this time I was to slow, (very rare occasion) and he got me. He swung his arm, getting me in the stomach. I went flying. At this rate, I wasn't going to win. I dug my swords into the ground, slowing my slide. I gritted my teeth. I was starting to get angry. I put my swords back in their sheaths. I clenched my fists, and in a burst of fury and rage, I went in fists flying. I ran at him, and jumped, only high enough to reach his chest. I punched him left, right, and centre, and I wasn't letting up. As I was punching away, I quickly caught a glimpse of Jasmine's face. She was completely shocked. She had never seen me this angry before. I couldn't punch anymore, finally I returned to the ground. Maxwell fell to the ground, completely unconscious. All I heard was the sound of the announcer yelling that I won the match, before blacking out.