The Arena. Chapter 10: Double trouble.

The first fight of the second round had been populair and everybody agreed that the Viking had deserved to win.
Fred had been afraid after this slaughter, fearing that people expected a more even fight in the second round, but on all the boards people agreed that the Hawaiian Koa was just not good enough to survive in the second round and that all the other warriors would have destroyed him as well.
People also responded well to the announcement that the Shaolin Monk had been chosen as wild card.
 Altough there were a lot of voices that complained that the Zulu had deserved the spot more, most were happy with the Shaolin considering the epic fight. Everybody also wished for a rematch between the Viking and Shaolin Monk to see who would win in a second battle. All kinds of fora ran wild with theories how the monk could make a come back. 

'Everything is looking positive again.' Atthe smiled to Fred. She knew he had been worried a lot lately about the island and the show but the last two episodes were succeeding and had brought back a lot of viewers.
With round two starting solid and the Warrior station having a good viewership, the plans were going fruitfull.
The man simply nodded. He was wondering what would happen if the Peltast won again with a dirty trick and how he could stop it without it being obvious.
The fans were decided. They wanted the peltast to lose and get destroyed by the Azande.

The day of the fight, Fred was nervous. He was still looking for ways to rig the fight but could not think of any.

'This is going to be a fight to remember.' Seth started off. Will this be a repeat of the last fight the peltast had or will he bite the dust this time? It's the battle you guys have been waiting for... It is the Greek peltast versus the Azande warrior.' The young man smiled a smile from ear to ear.
'Before we continue on with these two incredible warrior, let us first take a look at how they got here.'

A clip was shown of the Azande warrior fighting the Apache. It ended with the death of the latter and a victorious man over the native body. 

Then a clip was shown of the Greek Pelt as running from his African opponent. This clip too, ended with the death of the Zulu. 

'Now we all remember who are fighting this round, it is time to go into the battle.' Seth yelled in the camera again. 

'It is Azande versus the Greek Peltast.'

Afolabi stepped on the grassy plain. Once again he had to fight, probably a strong opponent. Again armed with the kpinga, makrigga and makraka. He kept it simple yet effective. This worked well the first time and Afolabi was sure that it would work a second time as well. 

Alexis had not taken a sword this time. Only 6 javelins and a wicker shield. His last tactic worked like a charm the Greek was about to win his second match the exact same way. Throwing javelins and running away. 

The two warriors looked at each other for a moment. Then the match was on. Alexis moved first by throwing a javelin and as soon as he had thrown it, the man started running away. 

Afolabi saw the small spear coming and stepped aside as he ran forwards. Even if he had not stepped aside, the weapon would never have hit him. As he saw the other man turn and run, the tribal warrior threw his own danger weapon. The kpinga soared through the air and as the peltast looked back to see of his opponent followed, he only saw the metal knifes heading for his legs. Alexis tried to jump but failed and the kpinga took one leg completely off. 

The Greek fell on the ground, howling in pain as the black man walked towards him, holding a Cresent shaped knife. 

Alexis tried to stand up as he grabbed another javelin to defend himself. 

The Azande grabbed the small spear with his free hand as he delivered a crushing kick to the ribs of his opponent. Alexis pushed himself on his stomach as he tried to get away but this way he never saw the knife cutting in the back of his neck. A second later, the Greek head rolled on the bloodstained grass. 

'That was quick.' Fred spoke as he looked at the decapitated head. He had hoped that the Azande would win but not this fast. 'Who is next on the schedule?' he asked. 'The Aztec Jaguar versus the Maharlika.' Atthe spoke. 

'People are loving it. A fitting revenge.' Someone yelled. This gave Fred some hope. 'Okay send in the next two warriors.'

'Welcome back from the break.' Seth grinned. 'It was a short but awesome battle if i say so myself.' He added. 'Ofcourse we do not let you hanging and have another amazing match for you all.
 'You have seen a deserved victory in a very short fight before the break. Now you will see what happens when a warrior from South America meets a Filipino.' Seth added. 'You will now watch the Aztec Jaguar versus the Maharlika.'
With that said, a replay of the finish of the last two battles played out/

'You all now remember how the last battles of either warrior played out, now let us see what weapons they will use this match and more importantly, which one will be the fatal one.'

A grassy field appeared on the tv screens of people at home.
Then the two warriors appeared. As soon as they saw each other, they went off. The aztec took a rock and slung it at his opponent, then started running. He jumped over a small wall and ran towards a large oak tree. The Marharlika followed him but just as he was about to jump over the walll, a rock flew towards him. The warrior was barely able to duck behind the wall and avoid getting smashed in. The warrior used this moment to fill his blowgun with a dart and shot it at his opponent. The dart missed and hit the tree but this did give the Filipino the chance to jump over the wall and run towards his opponent, who was waiting holding his macuahuitl.

The Filipino warrior drew his own sword and avoided a strike from his opponent. He then countered and slashed, but got his slash blocked and the wooden stick flew at him. Stepping back just in time, the weapon hit the tree and several pieces of obsidian shattered on impact. Feeling he was safe, the Maharlika stepped in again, only for his shoulder to get teared as the other side of the macuahuitl hit him.

The two dueled with their sword and either attacked, blocked or avoided the blow of the man. By then, there was no obisdian left on the blade and the macuahuitl was only a large wooden club.
However the club was wielded greatly and had several times pushed the sword away, two of these attacks had hit the opponent.
Knowing he was not able to hold this out much longer, the Filipino warrior switched to to his stingrai whip and managed to keep the other fighter at a distance.
Now coming close was a lot harder for the Aztec as he had to avoid the whip every single time he attemped to get close.

The two looked at each other, when the Jaguar feignt an attack and dropped his weapon to jump on the Filipino. The two struggled for a bit before the warrior from the Filipines managed to throw of his attacker, who started running towards a cliff. The other followed and saw how the animal clad warrior pulled out a knife. The knife struck the chest of the Maharlika just as he rammed his opponent off the cliff. Both of them fell in a small pool of water, where neither one moved.

The camera hovered over both bodies, when the Jaguar slowly rose. His knife was nowhere to be found but his opponent was in front of him, who was trying to stand up as well. Before the other warrior could stand up, the Jaguar grabbed him by the back of the head and pushed the head of his opponent in the water. The two struggled for a bit as the Filipino tried to grasp for air. As his hands moved around, the man found a large rock. First, he smashed the rock into the knee of his opponent, who let go of the Maharlika. The Filipino then smashed the rock in the face of his opponent and kept smashing as blood flew everywhere. When he was done, there was nothing left of the face of his opponent.

'That was a rocky fight.' Seth joked. 'But with this gruesome death, the Maharlika finds its way to the next round.