Blater (commentator):
"Don't go anywhere! We're at the peak of excitement! The score is shocking—Siwar School has swallowed defeat twice in a row! And now, the third bout: Darius 'the Sharp Tongue' versus Batro 'the Human Mountain'! Will Darius's jokes withstand Batro's fists that can shatter rock?"
Batro (entering the arena, his steps shaking the ground):
"Listen, dwarf. I'll squeeze you until every stupid word leaks out of your head. See this fist? It's bigger than your little face."
Darius (stretching lazily):
"Wow! Are you a warrior or a fortress? Tell me, Batro—do you find clothes in your size in this world, or do you sew camp tents to wear them?"
The crowd:
"Oooooooh!"
Blater (commentator):
"Darius starts immediately with mockery! Batro looks like a volcano about to erupt! Will Darius succeed in breaking his focus?"
Batro:
"I'll make that tongue a meal for the crows! Die!"
Batro charged like a raging bull, throwing a massive right punch. Darius bent with astonishing flexibility, letting out a long whistle as the fist passed just over his head and slammed into a wooden pillar of the arena, which cracked instantly.
Darius:
"Hey! That pillar didn't do anything to you—why the cruelty? Try hitting someone who moves, not a poor, innocent post!"
Batro (roaring in anger):
"Stop jumping around! Face me like a warrior!"
Darius:
"I am facing you, I just don't like close contact. Your sweat smells pretty strong. Have you tried bathing in the waters of Acadia? They refresh dull minds like yours."
Blater (commentator):
"Amazing! Darius is using the 'provocative mobility' style! Batro is striking wildly, wasting enormous energy, while Darius looks like he's strolling through a garden!"
Nikos (shouting from outside):
"Darius! Don't push it too far—if he grabs you once, it's over!"
Batro:
"Got you!"
Batro managed to corner Darius against the arena wall and stretched out his massive arms to crush him. Silence fell over the arena; everyone thought Darius was finished.
Pikos (covering his eyes):
"I don't want to see Darius turn into a pancake!"
Darius (smiling):
"Batro, do you know what's under your left foot?"
Batro (confused):
"What?"
In that moment of distraction, Darius slipped between Batro's enormous legs like lightning. In a swift motion, he used Batro's forward momentum to kick him hard in the back of the shin, then shoved him with all his strength toward the corner Darius had just escaped from.
Batro:
"Waaaaaaah!"
Batro's face smashed into the same pillar he had cracked earlier. With his immense weight and loss of balance, he fell flat on his back with a thunderous crash that shook the arena.
Blater (commentator):
"What a disaster! The mountain has fallen! Darius has toppled the giant with a simple trick! One… two… three… four… Batro is trying to get up, but he looks like he's in another world!"
Darius (brushing dust off his clothes):
"Batro? You okay? Looks like the pillar was stronger than you. Want another joke to help you stand?"
Blater:
"Five… six… seven… eight… nine… ten! It's over! The winner is Darius!"
The crowd (shocked and applauding):
"Impossible! Three to zero!"
Leoner (from the school's corner, shouting angrily):
"Batro, you idiot! How did you let him do that?!"
Darius (leaving the arena triumphantly):
"See, Dad? Strength isn't in muscles—it's in making your opponent think with his backside instead of his head."
Nerar (laughing):
"I admit I underestimated you, Darius. Your style is dirty—but extremely effective."
Blater (commentator):
"Three rounds, three humiliating defeats for Siwar School! Is this a martial arts school, or a school for learning how to fall? Pelas, you're the last hope to reclaim some dignity! You'll face Master Romilius—wisdom versus tactics. Who will endure?"
Pelas (a calm fighter, tying his headband with focus):
"I won't fall into verbal traps like my comrades. Master Romilius seems a composed man. Our duel will be the true test."
Romilius (stepping forward with dignity and calm):
"I don't enjoy fighting, my son, but I'll show you that age is not just numbers—it is the accumulation of experiences you don't learn in your schools."
Pikos:
"Master Romilius, show us the arts of combat philosophy! Darius, give me some bread—my excitement burned all my calories!"
Blater:
"The fourth round begins now! Get ready!"