The Softshine Saga:Claudia The Ambitious(Canceled Until Further Notice)

Arc 1.3

Full Force!
Soul vs. Kion
Part:2

Soul fell for a fairly long period of time before landing head first into the dark, artificial earth of the Arena Abyss.
The Abyss was a vast, dry place that is slightly larger in size than that of the Battlegrounds
Near the Monstrous Cherub is a large cobalt blue Dragon fellow wearing a black vest and bow-tie, guarding an even larger door that can lead into the Outer Rooms of the Greymeyer Arena.
The dark purple ice that had kept Soul from moving freely collapsed and disappeared into the earth, and along with them Soul's current Essence Weapon.

"Oof,"

Soul grunted as they brought their head out of the dirt.The Creature's clothing- with the exception of their gloves and underwear- was charred beyond repair, leaving their body to be mostly half-naked.

"That was quite an attack!"

"Are you good, kido?"

The Dragon asked in a rough, cool voice.

"You look pretty damaged."

Soul shook off the soot and tethered clothing that clung to their lean, androgynous frame and smiled in a reassuring manner.

"I am indeed injured, but I am not defeated- atleast, at this moment.I appreciate your concern, however."

The Dragon shrugged his great shoulders in relative apathy.

"It's my job to be 'concerned'- I'm an Abyss Emissary.It's also my job to tell you that you got less than 5 Seconds to get back up there."

Soul's chasmic eyes bulged in realization as they reminded themselves of  the Tourney Rules.

"Oh,yes!I must return to the Battlegrounds!"

The Angelic Monster allowed their wings to unfold themselves again as they crouched low.
Before the Dragon could realize what is about to happen, he was pushed back by the raw force of Soul's ascend.

"Wait, kid!"

The dark blue, serpentine Brute growled quickly, picking up the cute, frog-shaped wallet that Soul have left behind.

"Ya forgot your wallet...!"

He snorted as his sharp-sighted gold eyes detected the high-leaping Being landed back onto the Battlegrounds' grassy surface.

"Ah, forget it.I'll send it to the Recollection Center- he can get it back later."

With the wallet safely kept in his grasp, the Abyss Emissary promptly waited until either another Fighter fall off on his side of the Abyss, or his shift ends and another Emissary takes his place.

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Kion's dismay was almost hilarious to behold as Soul's now half-naked frame leaped near the edge of the Battlegrounds, dark gray burn marks and bits of dirt covering their muscular body.

"...Nine...!"

counted the Proprietor of the Tournament, not appearing surprised in the least.