Bab 115: Power Moves

Astaroth laughed as soon as Khalor reappeared in the stands.

"Hahaha!"

"Man! You are something else! I can't wait to fight you!" He exclaimed.

Khalor frowned at his outburst. Not that Astaroth was wrong, but that was an unlikely take on what had happened.

He brushed it off as being over-enthusiastic.

"If you want to fight me, make it to the finals." Khalor replied, giving back a smile.

The smile was filled with confidence. Astaroth replied with a wide grin of his own.

Close to them, Azamus was fuming. They were talking like the rest of the players here didn't exist, and that pissed him off.

He was number one! No one looked down on him!

It was his turn to fight next, and when he appeared in the arena, his mood soured even further. His opponent was a weak player, that loved roleplay a bit too much.

The man standing tall before him was called Parthenon. He was a Human Warrior, that was playing a subclass called spartan.