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The crowd’s roaring excitement merged into a deafening backdrop, but I focused intently on the two adversaries.
The spice of the sweaty crowd, combined with the sweet aroma of a nearby vendor’s exotic grilled meats, made for a strange olfactory symphony.
As the fight began, I felt a sickening lurch in my stomach.
Every muscle in Sneik’s massive frame bulged and flexed as he lunged at Ashale.
I remembered his cold, clammy touch from the previous night, the memory of which still made my skin writhe in disgust.
The thought of him winning, of what he might do to me in his twisted idea of vengeance, made my heart race in trepidation.
Ashale, agile and swift, dodged Sneik’s first charge, causing him to stumble slightly.
The crowd gasped.
Ashale’s style was fluid, each movement seamlessly transitioning into the next.
It was like watching a dance, one filled with power and purpose.
Yet, Sneik was not to be underestimated.
His brute strength and relentless aggression were forces to be reckoned with.
They clashed in the middle, swords flying and feet pivoting, the sound of their grunts echoing throughout the arena.
At one point, Ashale landed a solid blow on Sneik’s helmet, causing a satisfying thud to resonate.
I could almost feel the vibration through the soles of my feet.
Sneik retaliated with a crushing blow to Ashale’s ribs, sending him sprawling to the ground.
I winced, feeling the impact as if it were my own body being thrown.
The aroma of blood — sharp and iron-rich — soon filled the air as Ashale’s side bore a gash.
But Ashale was not one to be easily defeated.
With a roar of determination, he pushed himself to his feet, using the walls of the pit to propel himself back into the fray.
Their fight was a whirlwind of skill, strength, and sheer willpower.
Sneik tried to gain the upper hand, using his bulk to bear down on Ashale.
But each time he seemed to have the advantage, Ashale would slip from his grasp, landing blows that left Sneik reeling.
The crowd’s energy was palpable.
They gasped, cheered, and sighed in unison with each twist and turn of the battle.
As the fight progressed, it became clear that this was more than just a duel — it was a clash of ideals, of honor, and perhaps, of destinies.
Just when it seemed that exhaustion might claim them both, Ashale saw an opening.
Using a swift combination of strikes, he disoriented Sneik, then landed a powerful kick to his midsection.
The sheer force of it lifted Sneik off his feet and sent him crashing to the ground, dust clouds billowing around him.
The arena fell silent, waiting with bated breath.
