C.E.N.T.U.R.Y: No Escape.

Chapter seven: down to 94

Romeo walked out of the arena without looking back at Bradford, unlike Williams he felt nothing towards the death of Bradford, though he knew he was not justified for killing Bradford, but he was just trying to save the lives of Jake, Sarah, and mark, these were the new people he cared about ever since he woke up in the game.

Though Romeo had been broken since the moment he woke up in the C.E.N.T.U.R.Y organisation, knowing his sick wife and his unborn child would probably be dead, and it probably left shattered for life, he had this new found love, and care for Jake and his friends and he could not tell why. It was like they were all his children and he was meant to protect them with his life

Suddenly the automated voice spoke.

“The final battle would be held tomorrow between group B and group E. In the meantime, you all can find something to eat in the next room, just follow the open door.”

Immediately the automated voice finished speaking a door opened and then everyone rushed into the room to see what they could get to eat. They had been so busy facing the tragedy of the game, they did not notice that they have not tasted anything since they arrived in the game.

After Romeo came out of the battle ground he went straight up to Jake, but Jake was a bit hostile towards him because he noticed how Romeo killed Bradford without a hesitation. Part of him saw Romeo as a killer, while the other part saw him as someone who has lost a lot and is not ready to lose another.

**The following day**

Romeo, the contestant for group B, walked into the battle ground with his skit, and was waiting for his opponent. Few minutes later, group E's fighter joined him on the battle ground. His name was Raphael and he used a two tipped spear as his weapon.

Just after the both of them took their stances, the automated voice spoke.

“Today the final round will commence between group B and group E. The winners group would receive 20 points. While the others will receive 10 points as consolation prize. Round one, fight!”

The air crackled with tension as Romeo and Raphael faced each other on the battle ground. The cheers of the crowd faded into the background, replaced by a primal focus that consumed both fighters. Romeo's skit and Raphael's double-tipped spear glistened as the weapons were held with purpose and determination.

They circled each other, eyes locked, searching for any hint of weakness. Romeo's heart pounded in his chest, adrenaline coursing through his veins. He knew this battle would push him to his limits, physically and mentally, but he steeled himself, ready to face whatever came his way.

Suddenly, Raphael lunged forward, spear aimed at Romeo's abdomen with blinding speed. Romeo's instincts kicked in, his body moving on pure muscle memory. He sidestepped just in time, the tip of the spear grazing his side, leaving a shallow cut. Romeo retaliated with a swift swing of his skit, hoping to catch Raphael off guard, but his opponent evaded the strike with nimble footwork.

Their dance of steel continued, the clash of metal reverberating through the arena. Raphael attacked with calculated precision, his spear manipulating the air around him with lethal accuracy. Romeo countered, his skit a blur of motion, deflecting blows and delivering quick counterattacks.

Each fighter tested the other's defenses, looking for openings. Romeo's mind raced, analyzing Raphael's movements, searching for patterns. He noticed a slight hesitation in Raphael's footwork just as he prepared to thrust, a small window of opportunity. Romeo seized it, launching a flurry of strikes, aiming to overwhelm his opponent.

But Raphael was no ordinary adversary. He matched Romeo's every move, his reflexes honed through years of training. He parried Romeo's attacks with ease, his spear carving arcs through the air, a deft extension of his will. Each clash sent sparks flying, their combined force shaking the ground beneath them.

The battle waged on, their energies interwoven in a deadly choreography. Romeo's muscles burned, his body aching from the relentless assault he endured. But he refused to let the pain extinguish his resolve. Every strike fueled his determination to protect those he cared for, to triumph against all odds.

With renewed resolve, Romeo launched himself at Raphael, his movements fluid and calculated. He feinted left, then spun to the right, catching Raphael off balance. Before his opponent could react, Romeo's skit found its mark, slicing across Raphael's forearm and drawing blood. Raphael let out a grunt of pain, his grip on the spear momentarily faltering.

But Raphael, fueled by a fierce determination of his own, refused to be deterred. He swiftly regained his footing, his eyes filled with a fiery resolve, and launched himself back into the fight. His spear whipped through the air with renewed vigor, each thrust and parry executed with precision.

Romeo fought back, his skit a blur of motion as he matched Raphael's relentless assault. The rhythm of their battle intensified, the cadence of their strikes creating a symphony of clashing metal.

Sweat dripped down Romeo's brow, stinging his eyes, but he blinked away the discomfort, refusing to let it distract him. He analyzed Raphael's every move, searching for the slightest opening to exploit. And then, he saw it—a split-second hesitation, a momentary lapse in Raphael's defense.

With lightning-fast reflexes, Romeo lunged forward, his skit aimed at Raphael's exposed flank. But Raphael, sensing Romeo's impending attack, managed to deflect the strike at the last moment, the skit glancing harmlessly off his clothes.

The crowd gasped in anticipation as the battle reached a fever pitch. Romeo and Raphael, locked in a deadly dance, pushed each other to their absolute limits. Romeo's exhaustion threatened to overwhelm him, the pain in his body becoming almost unbearable. But he knew he couldn't give up now.

Summoning his deepest reserves of strength, Romeo dug deep within himself. Every ounce of willpower he possessed surged through his veins, fueling his determination to emerge victorious. He pushed past the pain, past the fatigue, and focused solely on the fight at hand.

With an unexpected burst of speed, Romeo delivered a lightning-fast series of strikes, launching both a frontal assault and a deceptive feint. The complexity of his attacks forced Raphael onto the defensive, his muscles straining as he matched Romeo's relentless onslaught.

Raphael's movements grew more frantic, his battle cry filling the air as he fought to regain the upper hand. But Romeo, now fully in his element, anticipated each of Raphael's counterattacks with remarkable precision. He parried, dodged, and struck back, his skit finding its mark with increasing frequency.

Finally....