"Second match—Zachary Lokiah versus Bren Rechermen!"
Through the roaring of the crowd, the sound of trumpets and drums blasted throughout the dome stadium.
'A son of Rechermen. A family that has always been part of Tiamut High history. Last year, Bren's big brother, Yves, helped the team to become champions.'
Marquise thought to himself.
"Are the two of you ready?!"
"Yes!"
Bren shouted and tensed up his body.
He didn't practice Tiamut Style as he never found it suitable for him, and therefore he started using a not-so-known Rechermen Style.
It was an old style created by his old ancestor, and it focused on using quick strikes and agility rather than brute force.
"I am."
Zachary replied with a smirk.
"FIGHT!"
Without further ado, the referee shouted and swung his arm down.
Swoosh!
As if he were an arrow released from a bow, Bren shot forward, and like a kangaroo, he rained his jabbing punches down on Zachary.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"Argh! Die! Die! Die!"
