King started sliding to a stop in confusion as he tried to look around for his opponent only to slam belly fist into nothing visible before Icobode became visible again, having simply side-stepped without making a sound and stuck out his leg.
The air was forced out of King's lungs as his momentum almost took him over Iconos leg, before he could however the leg suddenly forced itself into King with the force one might expect from a running start, King was launched backwards and tumbled across the ground.
King split on the ground as he tried to get back to his feet, only to feel a massive hand on the back of his head before his face was slammed into the ground, the crowd cheered as King was picked up, and then slammed back into the ground several times over before Icobod suddenly flung King into the air, he flew upwards, so high up that for a moment he was able to see the sprawling urban jungle that surrounded the Colosseum in every direction for miles.
Then pain hit his face as Icobod teleported above him and instantly gained momentum as his foot collided with King's face and shot back to the ground, Icobod disappeared just before the resulting impact with the ground dug a crater using King's face.
Icobod reappeared where he had been originally standing. "I'll try to be gentle with them," He said solemnly, Vlad getting to his feet to announce the end of the match, only for a voice to cut the cheering.
"I told you to shut up," King said as he walked out of the crater, his right eye was bruised but he was otherwise fine, "They have drugs here that turn you into a sex machine, you wouldn't be able to stop yourself from ripping them to pieces since your Collar is turned off or fake or, I dunno, something,"
Icobod and the crowd were silent as Vlad could be seen almost foaming at the mouth at how little King had been affected by a string of attacks that had been calculated to be enough force to kill him.
He had spent the previous night previewing the magical recording device that was always aimed at the Colosseum's arena, the closest thing to damage The King had been seeing taking was the Adventurer Johnny's sword, A basic iron sword with a hardening enchantment on it.
He had spent hours searching for harder materials and working his way up until he found the perfect metal to harm the King, Dwarven forged steel given several dozen enchantments each ten times as strong as Johnny's single one.
"Stab him you daft shit," Vlad screamed out at the Giant, "If you lose I'll have your bones ground down to-" The Merchant, who up to his point had just been lazily watching his giant, jumped to his feet and grabbed the collar of Vlad's shirt.
"That is an asset of the Merchant's guild," He snapped in outrage, "Do you have any idea how much a Giant costs as a slave, much less a trained one!" Vlad turned, probably about to threaten the Merchant into silence before the man continued speaking, "Oh none of that, Might I remind you the Merchant's guild works across all countries on all continents, you may talk big but I doubt your precious king will appreciate the complete shutdown of all trade if you were to harm my Giant, and you can imagine how bad it will be if you so much as misplaced a hair on my head," The Merchant let go of Vlad and sat down, glaring at the man before calling out "Ichabod use the blades this time,"
"Why does he get magic," King complained, "This is some grade A bull-" King's legs buckled when Vlad hit the button to shock him, Ichabod waiting till the current stopped before swinging his blades fists at King's throat, following his motto of just pretend anything sharp can kill him King dropped like a rock, grabbing Ichabod's feet and pulling them out from under him, he took a few steps back to reposition himself when his body was struck with pain as the electrician continued.
Vlad held the button down until Icahod got back to his feet, some of the crowd could be heard booing upon realizing the fight was fixed.
"Hey, I paid for a fight, not an execution," A Round-faced lady complained from the crowd.
"I want a dam refund," A Man with a mustache that reached his chest on one side and barely passed his lip on the other complained loudly, "I put a lot of money on that elf winning and the dam fight's fixed!"
Vlad ignored the Nobel's complaints, The King's title was a joke, meant to mock the patetic victory of a slave so they could drum up some business from the Adventurers guild by having them buy raffle tickets, have King Elizabeth make a showing to make them feel important, and then laugh as the slave was worn down and eventually beaten to death before giving the luck adventure their very own slave and a free return fight to the Colosseum.
But this was the second day of that elf being on the second floor, even now he could smell it, the raffle had come and over ninety percent of the tickets had been bought by some rich kid with a bronze plate trying to play sword man who had instantly been knocked out.
He had lost Fae but frankly, the woman's only claim to fame was skinning a few elf slaves after a failed escape attempt from the castle. If nothing else he was glad she was gone, despite being loud and all over the rules she could only wield knives and little else.
"The King seems popular," the voice made him jump as Chara listened to the crowd's cries, "As the Colosseum's owner isn't it a bad idea to throw away loyal customers just because you and you alone think this fixed fight is somehow funny?"
"I must agree," The Merchant muttered, "I could have gotten you a jester if you wanted to make a joke of this, I risk losing money on a fixed fight so I'll have to adjust my rates for this,"
"Shut up," Vlad spat back as King finally managed to scream out in rage.
"Stop that you bitch," he demanded of Vlad, "You're only supposed to tase me if I try to escape or when I bruise your fragile ego not-" King's body flashed with pain as Ichabod got back to his feet again, waiting for the electricity to stop, only for Vlad to call out.
"Take the electricity like a man and end him," He demanded, Ichabod sighed as he braced himself, he took a single step forward and the realization he was about to be killed, not by a mistake on his part or a stronger foe, but just because the man in charge was bored filled King with a rage unlike any other before.
His nails turned to claws, his eyes turned yellow and red, and King let out a thunderous scream that shook the ground at his feet, Ichabod took a step back as King kept shouting, his clawed fingers not aiming at Ichabod, instead grasping at the collar, he continued screaming when he couldn't pull it off and instead slammed his arms into the ground, a dust cloud covered him as he continued pummeling the arena.