BXBX NOVEL Chapter 201: New meat!!
"So," Zafron muttered under his breath, "that\'s the new power crystal everyone\'s been buzzing about," he overhead some of the other fighters talking about it and already, he was on it l, doing a little background research on things.
[Affirmative, ] Calista\'s voice chimed in his head, as bland as ever. [The BTX-5 Power Amplification Crystal. Quite the investment for a lowlife brawler. ]
Zafron suppressed a snort. "Your tact is always appreciated, Calista."
[Tact is inefficient, my lord. Would you prefer I lie? ]
"Maybe just... nevermind. Stay with me for the now and monitor anything you think we might use later. Information...we need lots of it," Zafron said before his attention was pulled to the stands, where he spotted Matilda. She stood out like a sore thumb among the rough-and-tumble crowd, her bearing regal even in borrowed clothes.
As he watched, a greasy-looking man sidled up to her, saying something with a leer. Matilda\'s expression of utter disgust was almost comical.
[Focus, ] Calista intoned. [Your chances of survival are already low. Distraction will only decrease them further, my lord ]
"Thanks for the vote of confidence," Zafron grumbled. But he turned his attention back to Crusher, who was playing to the crowd, flexing his crystal-enhanced arm to raucous cheers.
A gong sounded, silencing the arena. A spindly man with glowing tattoos stepped forward, his voice magically amplified.
"Ladies, gentlemen, and assorted scum of the Undercity! Welcome to tonight\'s main event!"
The crowd roared. Zafron\'s heart pounded in his chest.
"In this corner, undefeated in our 30 matches, the man with the fist of crystal fury... CRUSHER!"
If possible, the cheers grew even louder. Crusher raised his gauntleted fist, and arcs of blue energy crackled around it.
"And in this corner, fresh meat for the grinder... what\'s your name again, boy?"
Zafron cleared his throat. "Zafron."
The announcer blinked. "Uh, right. ZAFRON!"
A smattering of confused applause and a few jeers met this introduction.
[Your popularity is overwhelming, my lord] Calista observed dryly.
"Shut up," Zafron muttered.
"From what I heard from the guys behind, it seems if you lose a fight, you could take the opponents weapon or life. I don\'t know...for some reason, I want that gauntlet!!" Zafron said with a mean grin on his face.
The gong sounded again, and Crusher wasted no time. He charged forward with surprising speed for such a large man, his crystal-enhanced fist cocked back.
Zafron\'s slime ability kicked in instinctively, his body becoming more fluid, more malleable. He twisted to the side, feeling the wind of Crusher\'s punch as it barely missed his face.
[Evasion successful. Probability of continued evasion: 37% ]
"Not helping!" Zafron gasped, ducking under another wild swing. The gauntlet smashed into the arena wall, leaving a sizeable dent.
Crusher grinned, revealing a mouth full of metal teeth. "Stand still, little man. Crusher make quick, yeah?"
Zafron feinted left, then darted right, landing a quick jab to Crusher\'s kidney. It was like punching a brick wall. Crusher didn\'t even flinch.
[Damage dealt: Negligible. Recommendation: Avoid further hand-to-hand combat,!] Calista said.
"No kidding," Zafron panted, narrowly avoiding another earth-shattering punch. "Any actually useful suggestions?"
[Analyzing... ]
Crusher pressed his advantage, backing Zafron towards the wall with a flurry of crystal-enhanced blows. Zafron\'s slime ability allowed him to slip between the attacks, but each near-miss sent arcs of energy crackling across his skin.
In the stands, Matilda watched with growing concern. The greasy man was still hovering nearby, but she paid him no mind, her eyes fixed on Zafron\'s desperate dance.
"Come on," she whispered. "You\'ve got this."
Back in the arena, Zafron was running out of options. He could feel the wall at his back, the heat of Crusher\'s gauntlet inches from his face.
[Analysis complete. Recommendation: Exploit the power differential between the crystal and its user. ]
"What does that even mean?" Zafron hissed, ducking under another swing.
[The crystal amplifies the user\'s natural abilities. Crusher lacks the finesse to use it effectively. Use his strength against him. ]
A plan began to form in Zafron\'s mind. It was risky, possibly suicidal, but...
"Well, here goes nothing," he muttered.
As Crusher wound up for another massive punch, Zafron didn\'t dodge. Instead, he stepped forward, directly into the path of the blow. At the last possible second, he activated his slime ability to its fullest extent.
The gauntlet connected, and Zafron felt like he\'d been hit by a runaway cart. But instead of being splattered across the arena wall, his semi-liquid form enveloped the crystal-enhanced fist.
Crusher\'s eyes widened in shock. "What the—"
Zafron gritted his teeth against the pain and focused on solidifying his grip around the gauntlet. The crowd\'s cheers turned to gasps of surprise.
[Interesting strategy. Probability of success: 22% ]
"Better than nothing," Zafron growled. He planted his feet and twisted, using Crusher\'s own momentum against him.
The big man stumbled, off-balance for the first time in the fight. Zafron pressed his advantage, pulling and twisting, his slime-enhanced grip providing impossible leverage.
With a sound like tearing metal, the gauntlet came free.
The crowd fell silent.
Crusher stared at his bare arm in disbelief. "Wha... how..."
Zafron didn\'t waste time gloating. He swung the massive gauntlet like a club, connecting solidly with Crusher\'s jaw. The big man\'s eyes rolled back, and he crumpled to the ground.
The silence stretched for a heartbeat, then two. Then the arena erupted.
"ZAFRON! ZAFRON! ZAFRON!"
Matilda\'s relieved laughter joined the cacophony. The greasy man next to her looked shell-shocked.
Zafron stood over his fallen opponent, chest heaving, the crystal gauntlet humming with energy in his grasp. He turned to where he knew Matilda was watching and managed a weary thumbs-up.
[Congratulations. Your chances of survival have marginally improved. ]
"Thanks, Calista. Your enthusiasm is heartwarming."
As the reality of his victory sank in, a thought occurred to Zafron. "Hey, Calista? Is that reward for escaping the Enforcers still on the table?"
[Affirmative. Quest: "Escape the Inescapable" remains active. Reward pending successful completion. ]
A smirk played across Zafron\'s face as he surveyed the cheering crowd, his new crystal-powered weapon thrumming with potential. The Undercity thought it had seen everything? They hadn\'t seen anything yet.
"Well then," he murmured, hefting the gauntlet. "I think it\'s time we started planning our jailbreak."
As the crowd\'s chants washed over him, Zafron\'s mind raced with possibilities. The gauntlet was a game-changer, but it was just the beginning. Somewhere in this underground labyrinth were the keys to their freedom.
His gaze met Matilda\'s across the arena, and he saw the same focus reflected in her eyes. Whatever came next, they\'d face it together.
The announcer\'s voice boomed out, declaring him the victor, but Zafron barely heard it. His focus was already on the next move, the next challenge.
The Undercity had no idea what it was in for.
And somewhere, in the shadows beyond the Fight Pit\'s glare, a figure watched with keen interest. Zafron\'s unlikely victory hadn\'t gone unnoticed by those who pulled the strings in this subterranean world.
The game was changing. The pieces were in motion.
And the real fight? It was just beginning.