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The sun shins down on the colossus of a floating arena as the final airbus dropped of its occupants. An quick alarm sounded from the edges of the arena, marking the seating of the last few individuals in the stands. Throughout Vale, Sanus, throughout the entirety of Remnant people turned to their screens, eager to watch the coming fight. All of them wanting to see the which first year was going to be the first champion of the class.
Far below the sun, Vulco looks across the multiple screens set up in the announcers booth, his assistant Derek stood nearby, going over the files of the two finalists. The screens flick through camera angles, flickering to the arena floor and then to multiple angles of the crowd as Vulco presses down on a keyboard below the screens. On the screens the hundreds of spectators move almost restlessly in their seats, idly chatting with those around them about the upcoming match and showing down on overpriced concessions. Among them, Malina sits speaking happily with professor Titania seated next to her. The two exchange a few remarks and a quick chuckle from Titania before the screen flickers and changes to a different section of the crowd. Directly in the center of the screen, Graviton sits eagerly chowing down on an obscenely large bucket of popcorn and seemingly talking happily with Fleetwood, his assistant. Meanwhile, Fleetwood seems to be doing her best to act like she doesn't know the fourty something year old man sitting next to her with the popcorn bucket the size of a small child. Once more the screen flickers and cuts to a section of the crowd sitting near the front row.
A girl with shoulder length, light pink hair and blue eyes sits with a small "Go Zabar" sign that seemed like it had been made minutes before. She sits alone, not having anyone she knows next to her to talk with and seemingly restlessly moving her leg up and down in anticipation for the match. A few rows above the girl, another similarly lonely girl with long blue hair and orange eyes sits in wait of the match. She doesn't seem anxious like the pink haired girl, however, she sits still and patient, keeping her eyes locked on the arena in intense interest.
Far above, back in the announcer's booth, Derek whispers something into Vulco's ear and the man nods.
Showtime.
The crackle of the loudspeaker could be heard throughout the arena as it switched on. "LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLADIES AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND GENTLEMEEEEEEEEEEN!" The crowd erupted into a roar of excitement as Vulco's voiced filled the coliseum. "WELCOME TO THE FINAL MATCH OF THE FIRST YEAR BRACKET!" The crowd erupted into another ceremonious cheer, whoops and hollers came from all corners of Remnant as people sat down on their couches, snacks in hand. "I AM YOUR HOST, VULCOOOOOOOOOO AND THIS IS GONNA BE F ҉ ҉ KING AWESOME!! LET'S HOLD THE CEREMONY UNTIL AFTER THESE TWO FINAL COMBATANTS ARE OUT ON FIELD THOUGH, SHALL WE!?" The crowd cheered heartily once more. "OUR FIRST COMBATANT HAS AN INFAMOUS REPUATATION FOR INJURING ANY WHO GET IN HIS WAY TO THE TOP, I DON'T HAVE TO TELL YOU HIS NAME, IT'S NATHAN EAUUUUUUUU!! SAY WHAT YOU WILL ABOUT HIS TACTICS, HE'S GONNA BE A DEADLY HUNTER IN HIS TIME,
AND A RUTHLESS OPPONENT FOR OUR SECOND COMBATANT, ZABAR AGAAAAA!! THE ONE, THE ONLY, THE VACUAN THAT COMES WITH A SMACKIN'!!" The crowd erupted into applause as the two students entered onto the arena floor and began to make their way toward the center. "NEITHER OF THESE YOUNG MEN HAVE BEEN BESTED YET, BUT ONE WILL FALL TODAY, AFTER ALL ONLY ONE CAN LEAVE THE WINNER!" The two combatants reach the very center of the arena and grasp each others hands in a firm handshake and as their hands meet, the floor beneath them rises up into the air.
A chuckle is heard through the speakers of the arena as Vulco leans in toward the microphone in his booth. "NOW THIS'LL BE NEW TO THOSE YOUNG AND OLD. IN ADDITION TO THE NEW ENVIRONMENTS PRESENTED THIS YEAR, WE HAVE A BRAND NEW FINAL MATCH SYSTEM, RIGHT NOW IT'S JUST A FLAT CIRCLE, BUT YOU ALL JUST WAIT FOR THE SURPRIIISE! BUT FOR NOW, SINCE THERE'S NO ENVIRONMENTAL SPINNER, THE MATCH MAY START ONCE THE TWO COMBATANTS MAKE THEIR WAY TO OPPOSITE ENDS OF THE CIRCLE!!!"
The two students make their way to their respective ends of the arena and turn on their heels to face each other once more, each readying themselves for attack.
The floor itself has an intricate pattern on it, spiraling inward toward a large engraving of the Vytal symbol in the center. The floor is roughly the size of Yang and Mercury's match arena in its current state. Getting knocked off may result in a lose, but only if the contestant reaches the bottom 100 ft (30.48m) below.
(A coin flip has decided that Nathan can make the first move.)
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Zabar watched the ball explode down below him as he began to fall back toward the arena below. The brilliant light that shot out as the ball slammed against metal filled the arena briefly and the shockwave knocked Zabar backward as he fell further.
A ringing filled Zabar's ears as he fell, only broken by the sound of a sickening thud as Zabar landed directly on his back. Pain shot through him, through his head, his chest, his legs. He clenched his teeth and lifted his head toward the direction of the explosion, toward the direction of where Nathan was. He raised right arm up slowly, straining against the weight of the gauntlet, and opened his palm, ready to strike with one last ditch effort.
The arm fell with a loud clang when Zabar quickly glanced at the aura gauges set up around the arena. 4% to 29%. He let out a long held breath and dropped his head back down against the cold metal. A smile crept along his lips as a feint laugh escaped them. "Half above red... but no energy to move... not sure if Dustin'll be proud or... angry..." He spoke in labored breaths quietly so that none but himself could hear him. He took one last look at the sun high above the stadium before closing his eyes and finally getting a well deserved rest.
A great silence followed the explosion and as the smoke cleared and Nathan was seen falling down off of the side of the arena with Zabar landing directly in the center of the circle, and the aura gauges adjusted, a cheer louder than any before in the year's tournament bracket erupted onto the scene. Celebratory ribbons and confetti fell down from the stands, drinks were toasted, names were cursed, bet money was taken and given, but most of all Vulco's voice boomed.
The crackle of the loudspeaker could be heard throughout the arena as it switched on. "AND THERRRRRRRRRRRRE WE HAVE IT LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! THE DEFINITIVE WINNER OF THE FORTIETH BIANNUAL VYTAL TOURNAMENT, FIRST YEAR BRACKET! THE VACUAN TAKES IT! THE ONLY VACUAN TAKES IT! A SAD DAY FOR VALE, BUT FOR THOSE HOME IN THE SANDY WASTELAND, A GREAT F ҉ ҉ KING DAY!" As his voiced filled the stadium, the arena below leveled itself out, returning to the plain flat circle it had started as, and began lowering back toward the ground floor where medical staff waited patiently.
Far below, just as Nathan was about to slam headfirst into the ground and snap his neck in two, a deep blue aura surrounded the boy and his descent began to gradually slow down. From up in the stands, surrounded by cheering and confetti, Fleetwood gave Graviton a side eye as he took a break from the celebration and focused his semblance into one fine point down below.
[Aura: 29%]
[Fall Damage: -10%]