Round Three

This is completely the writing of my friend.

"Round three!" Keris announced. "Therali versus Red!" He looked toward Red, standing a few feet to his left. "Where's your weapon?"

Red whirled his hockey stick above his head. "This is my weapon."

"Your funeral, pal." Keris muttered. "Get ready, fighters! Three..."

Therali placed a paw on the edge of his scythe, applying pressure slowly.

"Two..." Keris continued.

Therali slid his paw along the scythe's blade, drawing blood and releasing the seal.

"One." Keris smirked, hopping back. "Go!"

Red skated forward, hockey stick spinning above his head. He began skating high-speed circles around Therali.

"Kair, you've still got time to reconsider." Therali said. "Give up and you won't be hurt."

Red snarled, his skates grinding into the stone floor as he stopped. "Who the hell do you think you are? You think just because you've created a few useless-"

"Shut up!" Therali snapped. "F**k you! You f****n' dick, always nay-saying everything I create! Ya piece of s**t, you create something! You f****n' sit in your tower-"

Red dropped his hockey stick, holding his sides, laughing uncontrollably.

"- and f****n'-" Therali paused, realizing Red was laughing at him. "What's funny? You f****n' b***h!"

Red just continued to laugh, eventually sinking to the floor, in hysterics.

"You f****n' did this back when you were a hero, too!" Therali continued. "I must be an idiot for thinking you could f****n' change! I fought my f****n' hardest for you, but the fact of the matter is it's Briar that won!"

Briar, watching the 'fight' from nearby, facepalmed. "I knew this would come back to haunt me..."

Red finally stopped laughing after a few minutes, simply laying on the floor, panting.

"I never knew the god of life and death was such a whiny b***h."

Therali's eyes immediately focused on the source of the voice.

Standing just a few feet away was a black-furred bat, his crimson mane pulled back and held in a ponytail that hung down between his skeletal wings. A pair of red horns jutted up from his forehead. "You give us bats a bad name." He stated, silver eyes shining.

"... What the f**k did you just say to me?" Therali ground out, turning toward the other bat and advancing on him, scythe held ready.

"My master sent me here to deliver a message." The bat smirked, turning his back on Therali and heading toward the arena's exit. "He and Gasteria wanted to give you advance warning. They're planning on taking over."

Glide leapt forward, blocking the bat's path to the exit. "I knew I recognized you." He growled, grabbing the bat by the jaw. "Johann."

Johann's eyes widened. "... S**t. No way. You're the guy that-"

"I'm the guy that broke your jaw with one punch." Glide said. "And that was just for something you said. Imagine what I'm gonna do to you if you really try to take over."

"I-I'm not afraid of you..." Johann stammered.

Glide smirked. "Yeah? Sure looks like you are." He said, letting Johann go.

Johann rushed out of the arena, taking to the sky shortly afterward.

Shetani paled. "Did he say... Gasteria...?"