No, it could not, it would not end this way! I, Blaze Drakestorm, The Sun’s Fury, warrior of the light, who had defeated demons and dragons, faced undead hoards alone and survived, lived through countless battles and wars, could not, would not die this day! I must, I will, survive! For my honor, my family, my friends…
FOR THE LIGHT!

A sudden rush of adrenaline blasted through Blaze’s body, invigorating him, strengthening him, intoxicating him. No longer did he hear the crouds. No longer did he feel his pain. No longer did he see the other combatants. The only thing he noticed now was Kalen Kalthain of the Drac, fighter for the energy lord, his opponent. All else was unimportant, like the unsignificant buzzing of a fly. No longer did he feel weak; his pain drove him onwards, his wounds gave him courage and determination. He could not hold back anymore, not now, never now. He would give it his all, use every resource he had. He [b]would[/b] survive.

“Prepare yourself, Kalen Kalthain, prepare yourself for the sun’s fury!” Holding his left arm behind him as he talked, he took an offensive stance; his left leg rooted to the metal floor, pointing to the side, right leg forward, right heal raised slightly. As the last word sounded, Blaze flung his left arm forward, ignoring the pain, sending his sun-emblazoned shield soaring at Kalen point first. Continuing the motion, his left arm landed below his right on his katana’s handel, the soft, cold leather bringing joy to Blaze. He did not need the shield anymore, he was going on the offensive.

Switching his weight to his right leg and bending down, legs bent and left hand against the cold blue of the arena’s ground, Blaze pushed off, using both his right leg and left hand to propel him forward and up. He quickly returned his hand to the leather grip of his sword as he glided through the air, a shimmering mass of black against the gleaming backdrop of Spike. He flew close to the ground, heading upward, sword held in front of him, pointing forward. His glide was smooth and swift, aimed at Kalen’s chest. The shield provided a perfect distraction, and if Kalen were to deflect it, he would leave himself open for Blaze’s attack.