Fred looked around the room. Several people stared back at him. They would all be wondering what he called them in for, even Atthe did not know.
'Ladies and gentlemen' Fred started. 'I have been thinking how to make this even more entertaining, and considering battle royales are all the rage at the moment, how about one last battle between the four last fighters.' 'How do you mean?' Atthe was surprised that she had not been consulted by her husband. 'Well, instead of two more battles between two warriors, one last battle. All four in one arena.' Fred smiled. He knew it would be a succes. 'That will actually surprise a lot of people and makes it harder to predict a winner as so far, people assume the finale will be the Viking versus the Monk.' Omar spoke. It did not take much to convince the others to this completely different approach and finally Atthe agreed as well.
'Welcome to this very special and very last episode of the Arena.' Seth spoke. The whole day, episodes of the arena had been running after each other, together with some top tens. Now it was time for the very last episode, where the final four would fight to the death.
'One last fight in the arena to decide who is the last warrior standing will soon be up, but first let us see which four warriors made it this big finale.' Seth added.
A clip of the viking appeared on screen as Seth spoke. 'The viking is the first one who we will see tonight. His weapons and strengt has overpowered all his opponents so far and he seems unstoppable. Will his shield provide enough defence or will the big viking finally fall?'
Next came the Azande. 'This African warrior has some weird weapons that proved very lethal against any opponent facing them. Will his weapon see him become the winner or will his verocity and his weapons not help him any more.'
'Then we have the Maharlika. I think that nobody expected him to rise up like he did. Will this warrior continue his streak or be outclassed.
'Finally we have the monk. He has been killed and lost one match but you guys voted him back and he came back with a vengeance. He showed why you voted him back. Will he be the victor or will he be killed once again.'
Seth appeared again. 'With the four warriors introduced, it is time for them to fight and see who will be the final victor of the Arena.'
The four warriors walked into the arena, each walked through a seperate door.
Afolabi walked up the small hill. From what he understood, this was the last battle. He only needed to beat three other warriors and the Azande could go home to his village. For this last battle, he relied on his three weapons that had brought the man victory already. The kpinga, makraka and makrigga. Afolabi knew that he would emerge the victor.
Looking for his opponents, the black man continued on up the hill and past a small cave when he spotted something orange from afar. Realising that one of his opponents was coming towards him, the man smiled and hid in the cave.
As the opponent came near, he saw a small bald man in a orange dress walking. The odd man was holding a strange spear that looked too heavy to be useful.
As the man walked past the cave, Afolabi struck. Holding his makraka, the man leaped from the shadows and slashed towards the neck of his opponent, who moved fast and only the shoulder got slashed.
The Shaolin monk flinched from the pain and then moved to make distance. This was his second fight but the man already was forced to fight three other warriors. He had chosen a butterfly knife, rope dart and spade to win and get home.
Shinji slashed at his opponent with his spade, making a small gash on the chest of the black man, who retreated back into the cave.
The monk followed and saw how the Azande grabbed his makrigga. He then tried to impale the monk, who pushed the weapon away with his own and came down with a slash from above. The Azande stepped back and as the spade hit air, the Shaolin pushed it and hit the chest. This however only pushed the African warrior away.
The two moved in a circle as both attempted to get past the weapon of the opponent. Suddenly Afolabi moved away and grabbed his kpinga. He knew that he would have great difficulty fighting this little man now so he needed to get away and wait for another chance. The Azande threw his kpinga and ran.
Shinji stepped aside and held his spade between himself and this ranged weapon. From the corner of his eye, he saw the other man flee.
Einar howled as he looked at his opponent. He was holding a battle axe and shield but also carried a seax with him. His opponent was a brown man, one that the viking had never seen before. The two warriors stood on a grassy field, in a big circle of large stones, all standing upright. 'YOU ARE GOING TO DIE.' Einar yelled.
Narding eyed his opponent. He was holding his blowdart but also carried his kampilan and stingrai whip.
The big man with his furs would not stand a chance against the Filipino warrior. Both were commited and confident that they would seize victory.
Narding started off with his blowpipe and spew a dart towards the viking, who used his shield to block the attack and close the distance. A smack of the round shield forced the blowpipe out the hands of the Filipino. Next came the slash of the axe, which hit air as Narding moved away. Now armed with his kampilan, the warrior slashed, only to have his attacks blocked by the shield and Einar moved in, slashing the chest of his opponent. Narding stumbled back and Einar used this to take his seax and drive it in the stomach of his opponent.
The viking tried to grab his axe from the ground but as he reached for the weapon, his opponent attacked with some sort of whip, The stingrai whip hit the axe and the norseman stepped out of range.
The two stood there for a short while. Any attack of the whip got blocked by the shield but if Einar tried to extend and grab his axe, he risked exposing himself. However the viking also knew that it was just time before his opponent would bleed out and die.
A sharp pain exploded in the back of the viking, he turned around and saw a bloody spear come out of him. A black warrior was holding the spear and now thrusted it in the stomach of Einar. The viking stepped back but tripped and fell. He did manage to block the next thrust with his shield but never saw the sword of his other opponent coming. Einar almost got decapitated by the kampilan.
This last attack had taken too much out of Narding and with eyes closed, the Filipino died of bloodloss.
Afolabi looked at the two dead men and poked them, just to be sure that they were actually dead. He then moved on.
Shinji had not seen another opponent after his first run-in but the monk was on alert.
As he kept on strolling over the terrain, the monk suddenly saw the same opponent he had faced earlier walking up a bridge. Shinji followed and as soon as the Azande saw who was behind him started running. A small chase ensued and as they reached a large flower garden, the monk took his rope dart and let the dart fly towards his target. It ensnared the leg of the tribal warrior and brought him down. Shinji came near as the other man used his knife to cut himself free.
Afolabi then jumped up and attacked with his own knife, only for the attack to be parried by the butterfly knife.
Shinji spun around and as he spun, grabbed the spade. The Shaolin then used the flat of the spade to slam the makraka out of the hand of his opponent and another slam was aimed at the head but missed.
Afolabi grabbed his makrigga and and faked a thrust. Just as his opponent blocked an attack that never came, the Azande thrusted for real. The monk was just able to block the attack and Afolabi jumped at him. The African warrior figured he could overpower his opponent and at first it worked. Both weapons fell in the dirt as he grabbed the arms of his opponent.
Afolabi grinned as he bared his teeth but the grin quickly faded away as Shinji pushed his hands up and then arms down, releasing the grip. A quick punch to the throat was followed with the sweeping of the leg of his opponent.
Afolabi jumped up again and towards Shinji, who turned the graple in a throw and threw his opponent on the ground.
Afolabi was angry, this little man was beating him. This way he could never get home. His hand found the makraka and he slashed the leg of the monk.
Before he could get up again and kill the small man, a strike that broke his collar bone forced the man to drop his weapon. He then felt two hands around his neck and before the man knew what was happening, a loud crack was heard and Afolabi dropped dead on the ground. Shinji had broken the neck of his opponent. I should give him a burial as he fought well, the monk thought as he looked at the body before him. The monk first needed to see if he could find the other warriors. It was at this moment that the arena turned back into a big room. As men approached him, the monk saw two dead bodies lying on the ground.
