"Kill it now!" Vlad demanded as Ichabod was lost in the cloud, King still screaming in rage and or pain when He suddenly jumped onto Ichabod's back, the Giant was filled with electricity and tumbled to the ground as King grabbed one of the giant's arms and razed the cuff on his left arm with the metal meant to kill him, as he thought it might, it effortlessly cut a chunk of the cuff off, the damaged killing its magic dampening effects.
Nothing much changed past the pain, dropping slightly as he was being electrocuted with two batteries now instead of three, he raised his right arm and sliced a chunk of it off too.
The instant the cuff lost its effects a feeling like nothing before surged through King, and King realized Icabod's collar probably was on, but a neck collar without wrist cuffs was apparently not enough to cut off a creatures magic, with only the collar on it simply weakened it.
For the first time in King's life he felt the surge of magic in the air and then he heard it, the thing all reincarnated people hoped to hear, that which he had been denied.
"The threshold has been reached," A disembodied female voice told him softly, "Berserker state has reached level two, rage requirement for activation lowered, activation limit unchanged, level two skill: minor passive healing' unlocked and activated."
"The Magical voice of exposition," King wanted to cry, both due to the realization and the still present pain shooting through his body, "It's real," King took a deep breath and turned towards Vlad, his dirt cloud still hanging in the air he couldn't see him, but he could still hear him screaming that Ichabod kill him.
"Someone use wind magic," Vlad demanded angrily, "I want vision resorted and i want it restored Imediat-" A sound like a hundred china cups shattering against more china filled the air as the invisible area surrounding the area burst apart.
The second it shattered King's magical aura surged out like a shock wave in all direction, Vlad lost his footing and the button fell to the ground as he was thrown back, both the Merchant and Chara where sitting and given a full proper view as they saw King's face emerge through the dirt cloud, not on the ground, and as he flew past the barrier he had just smashed apart with his face and landed in the Royal spectators booth.
"Oh!?" The Merchant hadn't bothered to pay any real attention to King prior, as he was busy haggling the price and even during the match he just watched Icobade with King only really being in the corner of his eye, but here and now The Merchant saw not just some elf, but a rare and valuable commodity, a non-human Half-elf with razor-like claws, such a rare creature that could have been sold for hundreds upon hundreds of gold being tossed into a fighting pit was a mistake, and one he needed to rectify post haste,"
Chara stared at him wide-eyed, not saying a word or even blinking, the only thing that changed was the glassy look in her eye vanishing, the two watched as King walked up to Vlad, took the device to shock him, and crushed it between his fingers.
"You and I seemed to have a misunderstanding of our positions here," King told Vlad as he used both hands to grab onto his shirt collar and forcefully pulled him up enough to look him in the eyes, Vlad swung his fist at King, and it slid off his face, King frowned and pulled him closer, raising one of his fingers and lightly running a claw across this face, leaving a thin cut on Vlad's cheek before speaking again.
"I talk, you listen," King said simply, "Or I make both sides of your face match," King laid his finger flat against one of Vlad's scars, who fell still at the threat, "I don't know why you decided to kill me, and I don't care, you made rules, and I followed them, but if you make rules and ignore them, then I'll start ignoring them to, See how that works," King dropped Vlad and looked down at him.
"I can, and I will raise this place to the ground, the only reason I haven't is because, lucky for you, by the time I realized I could I already had someone I wanted to keep safe, and while one of my two girls was very damaged by you, she's still mine, now I don't enjoy beating on a weakling, get up," King looked at Vlad as the man tried to get up, just as he was rising King kicked him in the stomach and slammed his foot down, pining Vlad to the ground and forcing the man to spit up his lunch, King chuckled as it covered Vlad's face.
"See? Sucks when the one with power decides not to follow their own rules doesn't it?" King turned away as he continued talking, "I'm going back to my room now, and I expect some proper food and water, and I expect the portions to always match the number of people living in my room, Just remember all I care about is my girls, and even though I'm a hurricane, I can't go all out without sweeping them up, so you best hope no one laid so much as a finger on either of them, cause if their hurt or god forbid missing, I'll turn this entire city to ruble until I find them,"
King leaped, walked up to the ledge, and hopped down to the arena before walking up to the gates, calling out as he did so.
"Please direct all complaints about today's fight to Vlad, good day," Upon reaching the still closed gate King kicked part of it in and walked through the hole, no one cut off his path until he drew close to his room, were two guards were wrestling a third right outside his door.