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Chapter 16: Still Standing

A/N: Sorry for the delay in posting. I kept rewriting this chapter because it never turned out the way I wanted. The writing isn't incredible, but I'll come back soon and edit it to make it better. But for now, here is the chapter! Hope you enjoy it!

*Song of the Day: Smooth Operator by Sade

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---Jaya 3rd POV---

The fight mesmerized Jaya. From the moment the Lion stepped out Jaya was completely sold on fighting here in the future.

When the Lion jumped out Jaya was honestly concerned for her father. It was as tall as him. It didn't help her fear at all when the Lion started moving. She could barely track the Lion as it ran across the sand toward her father. Her father didn't even seem to react, just standing there.

Then her dad seemed to fall back in fear, but something wasn't right. What tipped Jaya off was his smile. He didn't look concerned, he just watched the Lion grow closer and closer until it was upon him. Even as he fell back, seemingly unconcerned, his face still had that grin on his face.

Then instead of the lion hitting her dad, as it jumped over him and blocked him from Jaya's view she watched the lion get lifted into the air and into the wall of spears.

'That was so stinkin' cool!' Jaya looked at the lion pinned against the wall, 'Ouch.'

Then she turned to see her father flip to his feet before looking at the lion. 'I want to do that one day. So cool.'

Soon after her dad faced his next opponent. At first, she wasn't very impressed until she saw the dude eat a shot to the liver and not even flinch. Jaya watched a lot of UFC, boxing, and kickboxing and every time someone was punched in their lower left side they would always hit the ground like a sack of bricks.

But the dude just shook himself off before they both got into it. It was cool to see them exchange punches before her dad seemingly effortlessly threw the man onto the ground and into a chokehold.

Jaya was ecstatic as she watched her dad win the second fight, or at least she thought that before her dad started spasming after Mike had punched him in the arm.

Jaya watched as her father rolled away and get to his feet as his opponent got to his. Then she saw why her dad let go, his opponent's gloves sparked with electricity.

Jaya wasn't worried for her father this time though, he had already taken care of a lion and demonstrated that he was better than his opponent.

And her father didn't disappoint. Jaya watched as Mike started throwing out quick jabs, electricity shining on his gloves as they shot toward her father.

But her dad just sped up, slipping punches effortlessly before delivering hard body blows that had the audience wincing and crying out for more.

Jaya couldn't contain herself and jumped off the couch and against the window as she saw her father grab his opponent's cross, pull it across his body and deliver a sickening elbow to Mike's face.

It instantly broke his nose as blood began to gush from it. Mike was looking incredibly worse for wear. His initial quick movements were getting slow and staggered. He started to focus more on defense, trying to parry Marcus's attacks.

But now that Marcus wasn't getting attacked he wailed on his opponent. Marcus threw critical body shots when Mike guarded his face. When Mike would guard his body or counterattack Marcus would respond with a devastating blow to Mike's dome.

Jaya's eyes sparkled as she watched her dad effortlessly dodge and counter with hard punches. Then her dad slipped under a sloppy cross, stepping towards his opponent and delivering a powerful uppercut.

Jaya winced as the back of the man's head seemed to touch his back before Mike collapsed onto the ground unconscious.

But it didn't deter Jaya from yelling and cheering for her father who was in the ring.

---Narrative POV---

As Marcus uppercut Mike into unconsciousness the entire crowd went ballistic. Marcus hadn't received a single punch after they rolled on the ground. They simply had never seen anything like it before.

Marcus seemed to be able to sense the punches before Mike even thought about them, able to counterattack as soon as Mike began to lower his guard.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN THE REAPER HAS ONCE MORE CRUSHED THE OPPOSITION. WITH OUR UNARMED CHAMPION BEING UNABLE TO LAND A SINGLE BLOW." The announcer screamed into his mic once more, seemingly never running out of breath. "ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED!!"

The crowd yelled unintelligibly back at the announcer, shaking the arena with their voice before the announcer spoke up once more. "WE HAVE SEEN THE REAPER DEFEAT THE KING OF THE BEASTS, AS WELL AS THE BEST OF MAN. BUT WE MUST KNOW IF THE REAPER IS UNBEATABLE! NEXT, HE SHALL FACE TWO-HUNDRED MEN! I REPEAT HE SHALL FACE TWO-HUNDRED MEN."

Marcus turned to face the announcer incredulously. The crowd silenced for a second absorbing the info. Most of the crowd was here to see a fight, not one man massacred by pure numbers. In their mind, they didn't even know if it was even possible for a single person to fight two hundred people.

Then the crowd looked at the man standing in the center of the arena with bloody fists and a bloodthirsty wild smile on his face. Most of the crowd looked down at the man and thought that this man was insane.

Two Roman cosplaying soldiers sprinted from the portcullis, picked up the unconscious Mike, and took him back into the port. As they entered the port the ground around Marcus began to rise in the air.

The ground turned into makeshift walls, turning the area from one portcullis to the other into a single five-person wide hallway. Marcus stood in the middle taking account of his new surroundings.

The portcullis on both sides of the arena and the audience began to hear the beat of footsteps as they approached. Every man that walked out from either side had leather armor and a spear. Marcus had his fists.

'To say that this wasn't an intimidating sight would be a lie.' Marcus looked around at his sides. The men weren't weak looking at least, they all had decent height and seemed trained with a spear. 'But it would be true to say that this looks fun as hell.'

Marcus started shaking his body out, trying to relieve some of the stiffness from his last fight. The men on either side of him seemed pissed and started running at him.

Marcus saw there was someone that closing in faster as the man than the others. As he got within range the man stabbed out sharply with his spear.

Marcus smoothly slid to the side of the man grabbing the shaft of the spear and successfully pulling the man off balance. The man fell into Marcus's open hands who then used his momentum to pick the man up and throw him at the opposite crowd.

Marcus then ducked and rolled as another spear rushed over his head. Marcus rushed into the crowd throwing hard punches to the jaw, pushing people into others, and causing chaos.

The spear was a great weapon for keeping people at a distance but when in close range with allies, it was an extremely hard weapon to use effectively. Marcus used this to his full advantage as stuck close to people moving around.

If Marcus stopped for more than a few moments the spearman could space out and get a solid hit in. But as it was Marcus was running circles around them.

However, Marcus also knew he wasn't doing much damage. Taking people off their feet and slugging them didn't keep his enemies down, while a spear would do a lot to a man.

His enemies began to adapt as suddenly Marcus found himself pressed between two walls of spearmen, he had just finished knocking out several as they lay beneath his feet.

As the circle slowly close in on him, Marcus reached down and grabbed one of the enemy's spears before breaking off the metal end of it, now wielding an improvised bo staff.

Marcus looked around him. He was still surrounded by a well over hundred and fifty people. He had only knocked out a few. He couldn't run about anymore, the people behind the circle were spread out.

They had seen what had happened to those who stuck close to each other and didn't want to suffer from the same mistake.

The spearman still approaching reached stabbing range to a now crouched Marcus. The spearman stabbed forward in unison.

Marcus jumped over the spears by a narrow margin and toward the spearman. He kneed one in the face taking him out of commission before rushing towards the others. Trying to take them out of commission.

The spearman tried to keep their distance, but Marcus kept them close, not allowing them to get far away. Those that tried to help their comrades by getting a quick stab in were batted away by Marcus's improvised bo staff.

The crowd watched the scene stunned. One person after the other fell to the ground. Meanwhile, the worst injury Marcus had was a large scratch along his bicep from a spear that was thrown.

Marcus dominated the arena as he moved from one layer to another of spearman and knocked them out with a combination of his fists and his bo staff.

The fight began to drag on (much like this portion of the story) as Marcus began to grow more tired from facing over a hundred fresh opponents.

The crowd that was initially screaming for blood slowly died out. Their voice and muscle from standing were sore. While they sat down from being tired, they saw a man still standing as he fought two hundred opponents.

An hour after it began, it ended. Marcus stumbled past a hasty thrust from a spear, a cut opening up on his cheek before thrusting his now bloodied bo staff into the man's forehead knocking him out.

The crowd that had been watching in hushed awe erupted. Screaming and yelling as they watch that single man stand in the middle of a river of bodies. He was gasping for air, bleeding from multiple cuts, and trembling from exhaustion. However, he was still standing, victorious.

Marcus looked over with his wild grin at the VIP wall towards his daughter and gave her a big thumbs up. Jaya who had been on the edge of her seat while watching her father fight smiled in return and returned the thumbs.

"LADIES! AND! GENTLEMEN!" The announcer spoke for the first time in an hour, "WE HAVE WITNESSED THE IMPOSSIBLE! ACHILLES HIMSELF COULDN'T REPLICATE HIS FEATS! THE REAPER HAS EMERGED VICTORIOUS ONCE MORE!"

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A/N: Word Count came out to be around 1.9K


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