Groel charges forward with his staff in hand while Royce calmly stands still waiting for Groel. Groel swings his staff in a vertical arc towards Royce's head. However at the last moment Groel stops just short of striking Royce.
"Good try boy." Groel swings his staff behind him without looking back causing another Royce to just barely dodge the strike. "You didn't think I'd be fooled by that cloning technique did you?"
Royce and his clone both take fighting stances. "I should have expected that it wouldn't be that easy."
Groel scoffs. "No matter how many clones you make it's all futile."
Royce backs away from Groel while his clone closes in on him. Again without looking back he parries every sword strike from Royce's clone.
"Impressive, but it won't be enough to beat me." Groel says as he circles around Royce's clone and kicks him in the back.
Royce and his clone both shrug. "Alright how about four of me then."
Groel lets out a sigh and starts laughing. "Fine, but you're not getting past my defenses."
Royce summons two more clones bringing the total to four.
"You think you can handle this?" Groel asks.
"We're about to find out old man." Royce replies.
As one of the clones approaches Groel raises his staff up high. The clone tries to deflect the blow, however Groel's staff continues on and strikes the clone in the chest, the clone that was struck grabs the staff and wraps his legs around it.
With one clone holding onto the staff for dear life the other two charge at Groel with their swords. Groel attempts to swing his staff but the extra weight causes the timing to be slightly off and one of Royce's clones narrowly dodges it.
"Ngh." Groel lets out a pained grunt as a sword stabs him in the leg.
Royce's clone goes for a follow up attack but Groel drops his staff and retreats for the moment.
"Come on old man don't run away."
Groel looks down at where his leg has been stabbed.
"Been a while since I've been stabbed. Good job kid."
"Flattery will get you nowhere old man."
Three of Royce's clones charge the weaponless Groel who takes an unarmed fighting stance. A sword swings down at Groel's head which he easily dodges.
"Watch yourself."
A palm strike to the chest quickly counters the attack and one clone is sent flying. Groel then turns his attention to another clone who was just about to strike him in the back. Groel uses the momentum of the clone to throw him over his shoulder and into the last clone that was trying to attack him.
The crowd bursts into a frenzy of cheers for Groel. They start chanting his name.
"GROEL!!"
"GROEL!!"
"GROEL!!"
"GROEL!!"
"Preparations are complete." Royce mutters.
He summons four more clones.
"How about this?"
There are now 8 total Royce's in the arena.
"This is ridiculous."
"Yeah it is. It's the plan I made to beat you."
Groel appears to be at a loss for words. He looks at the eight Royce's before him.
"Blinding light!" Royce yells as a light envelops the arena.
"Oh crap." Groel whispers under his breath.
Groel is instantly blinded by the light.
"Now I've got you old man."
Royce's clones close in on Groel.
"Graaahh!!"
Groel lets out a pained scream as all of Royce's clones stab him in nonlethal areas.
"Yes! Yes!" Royce cheers.
The crowd falls silent as Groel falls to the ground while his body is bleeding profusely.
"Hahahaha! I win!" Royce laughs. "Finally the student has surpassed the master!"
"Who do you think taught you that cloning technique?"
A voice suddenly says from behind Royce.
"Huh?"
Royce turns around to see a staff bearing down on his head.
"Don't tell me you weren't expecting this were you?"
Groel swings the staff down and hits Royce in the head knocking him to the ground.
Royce looks up groggily to see Groel standing above him pointing his staff at his face.
"Match over."
The crowd goes wild with cheers.
"THE WINNER IS GROEL!!!!" Roderick yells.
Groel lowers his staff and reaches out a hand to Royce.
"Sorry Royce you were too focused on the me in front of you, maybe next time."
"It's alright. Number one will be mine eventually." Royce says smiling.
A cheer goes up from the crowd.
"My pleasure." Groel replies.
Groel helps Royce to his feet as Royce's clones disappear. Groel gives a wave to the crowd and Royce does the same.
"Hey Royce."
"Yeah Groel?"
"You seemed to be really happy that you stabbed me 7 times huh, what was that about?"
"Well um you see um."
"HAHAHA! I'm just messing with you."
"I know but you had me worried there for a second."
"Oh yeah well I have to admit your clones were pretty good. Just not good enough."
Roderick comes out the middle of the arena and raises Groel's hand in the air signifying his win and cementing him as the colosseum's new number 1 fighter.
"Congratulations Groel."
"Thank you sir."
"That was a great match by both of you. I hope we'll see more in the future."
Groel gives a hardy laugh. "We certainly will if that little demon girl improves. I hope I can fight her at least once."
Roderick gives a laugh back. "We'll have to promote the hell out of a match like that. I'm looking forward to it."
"So am I, my friend." Groel replies.
And so the battle of the top tournament came to an end with Groel the former number 1 taking back his top spot. It would be sometime yet before anyone would challenge him again.
Groel charges forward with his staff in hand while Royce calmly stands still waiting for Groel. Groel swings his staff in a vertical arc towards Royce's head. However at the last moment Groel stops just short of striking Royce.
"Good try boy." Groel swings his staff behind him without looking back causing another Royce to just barely dodge the strike. "You didn't think I'd be fooled by that cloning technique did you?"
Royce and his clone both take fighting stances. "I should have expected that it wouldn't be that easy."
Groel scoffs. "No matter how many clones you make it's all futile."
Royce backs away from Groel while his clone closes in on him. Again without looking back he parries every sword strike from Royce's clone.
"Impressive, but it won't be enough to beat me." Groel says as he circles around Royce's clone and kicks him in the back.
Royce and his clone both shrug. "Alright how about four of me then."
Groel lets out a sigh and starts laughing. "Fine, but you're not getting past my defenses."
Royce summons two more clones bringing the total to four.
"You think you can handle this?" Groel asks.
"We're about to find out old man." Royce replies.
As one of the clones approaches Groel raises his staff up high. The clone tries to deflect the blow, however Groel's staff continues on and strikes the clone in the chest, the clone that was struck grabs the staff and wraps his legs around it.
With one clone holding onto the staff for dear life the other two charge at Groel with their swords. Groel attempts to swing his staff but the extra weight causes the timing to be slightly off and one of Royce's clones narrowly dodges it.
"Ngh." Groel lets out a pained grunt as a sword stabs him in the leg.
Royce's clone goes for a follow up attack but Groel drops his staff and retreats for the moment.
"Come on old man don't run away."
Groel looks down at where his leg has been stabbed.
"Been a while since I've been stabbed. Good job kid."
"Flattery will get you nowhere old man."
Three of Royce's clones charge the weaponless Groel who takes an unarmed fighting stance. A sword swings down at Groel's head which he easily dodges.
"Watch yourself."
A palm strike to the chest quickly counters the attack and one clone is sent flying. Groel then turns his attention to another clone who was just about to strike him in the back. Groel uses the momentum of the clone to throw him over his shoulder and into the last clone that was trying to attack him.
The crowd bursts into a frenzy of cheers for Groel. They start chanting his name.
"GROEL!!"
"GROEL!!"
"GROEL!!"
"GROEL!!"
"Preparations are complete." Royce mutters.
He summons four more clones.
"How about this?"
There are now 8 total Royce's in the arena.
"This is ridiculous."
"Yeah it is. It's the plan I made to beat you."
Groel appears to be at a loss for words. He looks at the eight Royce's before him.
"Blinding light!" Royce yells as a light envelops the arena.
"Oh crap." Groel whispers under his breath.
Groel is instantly blinded by the light.
"Now I've got you old man."
Royce's clones close in on Groel.
"Graaahh!!"
Groel lets out a pained scream as all of Royce's clones stab him in nonlethal areas.
"Yes! Yes!" Royce cheers.
The crowd falls silent as Groel falls to the ground while his body is bleeding profusely.
"Hahahaha! I win!" Royce laughs. "Finally the student has surpassed the master!"
"Who do you think taught you that cloning technique?"
A voice suddenly says from behind Royce.
"Huh?"
Royce turns around to see a staff bearing down on his head.
"Don't tell me you weren't expecting this were you?"
Groel swings the staff down and hits Royce in the head knocking him to the ground.
Royce looks up groggily to see Groel standing above him pointing his staff at his face.
"Match over."
The crowd goes wild with cheers.
"THE WINNER IS GROEL!!!!" Roderick yells.
Groel lowers his staff and reaches out a hand to Royce.
"Sorry Royce you were too focused on the me in front of you, maybe next time."
"It's alright. Number one will be mine eventually." Royce says smiling.
A cheer goes up from the crowd.
"My pleasure." Groel replies.
Groel helps Royce to his feet as Royce's clones disappear. Groel gives a wave to the crowd and Royce does the same.
"Hey Royce."
"Yeah Groel?"
"You seemed to be really happy that you stabbed me 7 times huh, what was that about?"
"Well um you see um."
"HAHAHA! I'm just messing with you."
"I know but you had me worried there for a second."
"Oh yeah well I have to admit your clones were pretty good. Just not good enough."
Roderick comes out the middle of the arena and raises Groel's hand in the air signifying his win and cementing him as the colosseum's new number 1 fighter.
"Congratulations Groel."
"Thank you sir."
"That was a great match by both of you. I hope we'll see more in the future."
Groel gives a hardy laugh. "We certainly will if that little demon girl improves. I hope I can fight her at least once."
Roderick gives a laugh back. "We'll have to promote the hell out of a match like that. I'm looking forward to it."
"So am I, my friend." Groel replies.
And so the battle of the top tournament came to an end with Groel the former number 1 taking back his top spot. It would be sometime yet before anyone would challenge him again.
