"Are these chains yours, Araegon?"
Namor was glancing down at the chains that had been lying on the floor since the beginning of the first battle.
"They are the chains that were made to capture me and bind me to the dungeon."
Namor had a smirk on his face.
The chakra was launched into the air with a sound that no one wanted to hear.
Araegon dodged the chakra by jumping with his grasshopper legs.
It shocked me and everyone that Namor had come face to face with Araegon in a split second when Araegon jumped to evade the attack.
He launched a high kick aiming for the face of Araegon.
Araegon barely ducked the attack when suddenly the chakra came from the other direction.
Araegon was a flexible man, I would give you that; he barely escaped the chakra by rotating his face in midair, the chakra having caught some of his beautiful hair in the process.
He was fighting two opponents at once: the warrior and his weapon, which had a mind of its own.
Araegon and Namor shifted to hand-to-hand combat and started punching and dodging. I wouldn't lie; this was boring to watch.
A high kick from Namor, and suddenly his leg got caught by Araegon. He would have slammed Namor mercilessly as he did with Sir Larry, when suddenly the chakra came in his direction from the back.
With a slight movement, Araegon's grip loosened on Namor's leg. This was the perfect opportunity for Namor, and he wouldn't let it go to waste.
He caved in a punch to the chest, which made a very buzzing sound in the stadium, grabbed Araegon's collarbone, and delivered another deadly blow to his face.
The force caused Araegon to go flying over his dungeon gates.
The crowd cheered seeing their favorite slave get beat up.
No, but he can't lose. Kit said that this slave was the one to be victorious in this battle.
Stand up, Araegon! Stand up! You have to get that bread for your son.
As if answering my calls—or mocking them—Lord Namor's weapon started changing shape, or actually multiplying.
The design that I was noticing and the layers soon got detached from the big chakra and became individual circular blades.
There were a total of seven chakras now, hovering in the wind as Lord Namor slowly approached the dungeon gates.