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Lionheart slowly scanned his opponent from the ground up, keeping his best poker face in the process. Smiling or frowning on the job would be a dead giveaway of emotion, and any merc knew that once emotions rise, thinking stops. When thinking stops, you lose your focus- as well as your head.
As the warriors eyes met, Lionheart could sense the internal srtuggle of Julius. He could see the glimmer of hope in his eyes, the possibility that he could save his loved ones. Lionheart had once had this tiny fire of hope, unwilling to be blown out, in his soul. Only now, had it become a raging inferno of hate and revenge, eating away at him.
Lionheart pushed his chin sideways to both directions, listening for the popping sounds which eased him before beginning a difficult fight. He smirked a bit afterwards, indicating that the battle would soon begin. "Well now. Let's get this party started, shall we?" Lionheart rhetorically asked. Much to his expectation, he neither expected an answer nor recieved one.
Lionheart took his time in backing up to the far side of the arena, slowly anticipating the magnitude of his own attack. Yes, it was a rather arrogant thing to do, but the warrior believed in living every moment as it may be his last. He gripped his spears black shaft with his right hand and positioned his left hand a bit in front of the right. He began running towards Julius, slowly gaining speed until he hit his maximum.
The warrior leaped into the air and pointed his spear head a few feet from Julius. A mysterious aura encircled Lionheart as he began his descent. It lasted until his spear met the dirt floor. The energy encircling the warior created a massive upheaval of jagged rocks and fierce winds that sent sand flying at hurricane speeds. The damage was in a direct line that slowly branched out into a small cone, easily taking out a section of the arena, causing massive damage, before the battle truly began.
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