Dance of Death

{ficlet}|'"Why couldn't you just kill me normally?" Etho spat out, with the growing realisation that he was pretty much going to die here. He could just about hold a sword, let alone swing a heavy club!'

When Etho finds himself in the Scarlet Witch's ballroom, he expects elegance and (if he was lucky) a way to escape alive. What he gets instead is a weapon, a shifting arena, and an invitation to dance-but not the kind with music and roses.
Caught in a deadly waltz of enchanted maces and rising platforms, Etho must learn the steps fast if he wants to survive. But this isn't just a fight-it's a test, a game, a challenge from someone who laughs through bloodied teeth and fights like it's a performance.
To the outside world, it's a battle.
To them, it's an art.

Or...
About 2k words of Etho getting his aft handed to him by Pearl... bro is not beating the washed up allegations 🙏 (author got inspired after seeing Pearl's ballroom arena fight episode and saw there were no fics for it and decided to take matters into her own hands)
Constructive criticism is welcome!
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