WHOOSH!!!
The ten Champions closed in from all directions, their killing intent palpable.
The Lightning Fist's gauntlets sparked with electrical discharge. The Shadow Dancer's form flickered, preparing to strike from an unexpected angle. The Iron Giant raised his massive war hammer, ready to crush Rey into the arena sand.
"FIGHT!"
"KILL HIM!"
"RIP HIM APART!"
The crowd's cheers reached a fever pitch, thousands of voices blending into a single roar of bloodlust.
Rey stood in the center of the converging circle, broken and bleeding, a smile playing across his lips.
"It's about time…" He whispered, too quietly for anyone to hear over the crowd. "I hope you have all enjoyed yourselves."
His hand moved to the spatial belt, fingers closing around a small crystalline trigger—having a similar appearance to the one type he'd used before in the Desgarron Manor.
The Champions were ten feet away.
Eight feet.
Six feet.
Five.
Rey activated the trigger.
Four.
