The battlefield paused, as if the world itself took a breath.
Lucas stood in the center, bloodblade in hand, cloak billowing dramatically in the ash-choked wind. Across from him, Velkar the Hollow floated slightly above the cracked stones, his robes fluttering like cursed curtains and his face... mostly bone and bad attitude.
"Last chance to run," Lucas said.
Velkar snarled. "You stole everything I was."
"Really?" Lucas tilted his head. "Because I don't remember taking your fashion sense."
[System: Welcome to The Main Event]
Matchup: Blood General Lucas vs. Bone Grandpa Velkar
Arena: Crumbling courtyard, vibe: end-of-the-world chic
Style Multiplier: High drama
Commentary Mode: ON
Popcorn: Imaginary but emotionally present
Velkar struck first.
A wave of bone shards tore through the air—each one engraved with ancient curses. Lucas spun, ducked, and flicked his blade, turning the blood in the air into a crimson shield.
"Nice try, Skull Daddy."
Velkar's eye sockets flared. "I will break you!"
"You can try. But spoilers—I'm stubborn and have a goat."
Said goat headbutted a ghoul into mist in the background.
[System Commentary Feed – Snark Mode Activated]
Lucas's Dodge: 9/10 (lost a point for the dramatic gasp)
Velkar's Rage Meter: 78% and climbing
Goat Kill Count: 4 (…how?)
Battle Rating: Violent ballet with sarcasm garnish
The fight intensified.
Lucas launched blood spears mid-spin, using Crimson Dominion to pull latent power from the battlefield. Velkar conjured screaming skulls, each one biting the air like flying piranhas.
They clashed, blade to claw, magic to mist.
Mira shouted from the wall, "Can we help or is this a solo flex thing?!"
Lucas shouted back, "It's personal now! He insulted my hair!"
"You're wearing a hood!"
"Exactly! Now he'll never know!"
[System Emotional Breakdown]
You: Bleeding, glowing, somehow still quipping
Velkar: Screaming, frothing, probably needs therapy
Current Vibe: Epic finale meets petty argument
Goat Update: Still undefeated
Lucas twisted, flipped, and drove his blade into the ground. Blood exploded outward in a controlled shockwave, sending Velkar flying into a broken statue of Lucas's face.
Irony achieved.
Velkar rose, snarling. "You think you've won?! I am eternal!"
Lucas's eyes pulsed crimson. He raised one hand.
"Crimson Dominion: Final Pulse."
Velkar's body froze. His blood—what remained—trembled.
Then collapsed into a thousand flickering red motes.
Gone.
[System Final Tally – Duel Results]
Winner: Lucas (because duh)
Damage Taken: Minor (and mostly emotional)
Cool Factor: 11/10 (you did a spin flip)
Enemy Status: Dusted
Goat Opinion: Respect +1
Lucas dropped to one knee, panting.
Mira arrived seconds later. "You okay?"
Lucas gave a tired thumbs-up. "Did I look cool?"
"You did. Until the goat peed on the statue."
Lucas sighed. "That goat is going to be mayor someday. I can feel it."