White Alchemist

Conclusion

The crowd had changed. The once-silent atmosphere with members of the crowd unsure of who to cheer for, now filled the arena with cheers.

And who could blame them? The battle that ensued was intense. Earl the human and Polka the Drakeman had started their battle mere moments ago, and the tension riled them up.

Who would win the clash? The scorn of the Drakeman, or the terrifying human?

The two now stood opposite one another, pacing in a circle slowly, each sizing up the other.

Polka drove his heels into the floor and launched at Earl, throwing his arm back and launching his attack.

Earl moved his head to the side dodging a punch, however he felt his stomach churn as the sharp reptilian knee of Polka drove itself into him.

"The punch was a feint!?" He thought to himself as he felt his feet lift off the floor, however, instead of flying off,after his feet left the floor, he found himself hovering in mid-air.

Polka's tail remained tightly wrapped around his body, squeezing him and holdin