Day Three: Morning

[Burter]

Face to Face

Minoshia, Reijin

From his spot at the bottom of one of the hills, Reijin could clearly see the Konat coming. It was hard not to hear the stumbling and mumbling of the crazed madman as he continued on in a blind rage. Thinking quick, the saiyan moved back behind a series of trees to watch, gripping his pitchfork as he prepared to take the offensive. If he acted at just the right time, he could easily end this fight before it began.

Minoshia had lost it, once again, the horrors of the Abyss. His biggest enemy had become his best friend, and now that man was dead with the latest update. He had lost his sight, which is what inevitably caused his breakdown. But regardless of the level of sanity he carried, Minoshia was always determined to do one thing and one thing only: Kill to win. This turn of events did nothing but urge him towards his victory.

He only heard the shuffling of feet for a brief moment, but that was enough for him to grip his baseball bat and spin around towards the sound. Reijin had lept in the air from his hiding spot, holding his pitchfork up and spinning it so he could easily stab the Konat and put him down before things escalated.

But there was nothing about Minoshia that said "easy kill."

With the lack of sight, Minoshia could focus more carefully on his hearing, which told him that the pitchfork was coming from the left. He quickly ducked and smashed his elbow up into the foe, hearing the grunt and then the crack of the jaw as he sent the man to the ground. "Who's that?!" He growled, swinging his bat aimlessly.

"Why are you bothering?" Reijin asked, starting to move back to his feet and stretch his hurt arm. "You're blind. You're burned. This is going to be your death, so why prolong it?"

It had been a long time since he had heard the voice, but there was no mistaking Reijin, who had a certain unique tone to his speech. "If you think I'm helpless, you're the one who's blind!"

Minoshia lept forward, easily tracing where Reijin was by the sound of his voice. It was difficult to move with the uneven surface of the hill, but he managed to stay up and swing the bat, slamming it into Reijin's palm. Knowing the saiyan had some form of blade, the Konat quickly ducked just in time and smashed his foot into his knee. Reijin grunted, falling down just in time to take a punch to the nose.

"Would you give up if you were me!?" Minoshia was shouting, lost in the idea he had beaten Reijin. He brought the baseball bat down, connecting on the saiyan leg and breaking the kneecap, sending bone breaking through the skin. "Would you give up?! No! I am the Dark Prince! I am Minoshia! I will never, ever turn around and walk away from my destiny!"

Reijin was dumbfounded as to how the fight turned around on him, thinking he had severely underestimated the Konat. The tanned warrior was using his bat blindly, no real pattern coming down except that the pain was harsh each time it struck his skin. With a bloodied face, broken leg and a bruised arm, Reijin had no choice but to end it quick, thrusting his pitchfork up and penetrating Minoshia's torso.

"When this is all over," Reijin said as Minoshia gasped, losing his breath thanks to the three prongs in his chest, "People aren't going to remember you for dying here today. They're going to remember the warrior. That's all you can ask for."

With one twitch of a wrist, Minoshia winced, his heart being ripped by the center prong of the pitchfork. He fell to the left, landing on the ground hard. He still couldn't see, but he was able to hear Reijin breaking deep, taking a few moments before getting up.

So, this was it. He had lost again. But had he really? Sure, Minoshia didn't walk away with the victory, but he had made an impact in the game. People feared the very though of fighting him, and he had gone toe to toe with Reijin, putting him down with an injury. Once again, he was allowed in the Abyss and he whetted his appetite for murder...it was enough to last him.

Until the next year.

#10 Minoshia DEAD

12 Remain

Reijin has a broken leg. Major injury

He can take the baseball bat