Standing across from the burly prisoner, Ash waited in perfect silence while the man rolled his thick shoulders and snapped the last of his blood-iron shackles free.
Chains clattered to the black-glass floor with a dull, wet clang, echoing faintly beneath the roar of the coliseum crowd. The prisoner grinned, revealing a mouth of jagged, yellowed teeth and empty gaps where others had been knocked out long ago.
"A fox, huh?" the man rasped, voice like gravel dragged across steel.
"Thought I'd get to gut bloodsuckers all day. I Guess a fox will do."
Ash said nothing and only watched. He had already appraised this man, and it was nothing much. Just an Ultimate bloodline along with a Law of Metal that was only 24%.
After he finished taking of his shackles Ash tilted his head and spoke.
"Are you done?"
The man laughed and just attacked. As he rushed Ash, he used his Law to conjure metal Gauntlets around his hands.
|Adamantine Tyrant's Grasp (Ultimate)| -55% MP
