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Vrael never charged towards Krauss, he only needed to stab forward with the weapon. He almost laughed when Krauss tugged the weapon towards his armpit, resulting in Vrael having to dig his feet into the ground. It was already mentioned that Vrael was strong, he doubted that Krauss would defeat him in a contest of raw strength. But Vrael was strong also, once Krauss locked the butt of the trident against his armpit in that sharp movement, the powerful kinetic blast erupted from the tight confines of Krauss's armpit. The powerful wave would most likely break the bones in his opponents shoulder and parts of his upper forearm.

Vrael avoided the cutlass thrust by sucking in his gut and stepped backwards, using the full extent of his strength to drag the butt of his Trident backwards before expertly flipping the the trident so the three blades carved through his opponents stomach and stopped when it clashed against his ribs. An electrical current surged along the ends of these blades as they cut into Krauss, easily slipping through the organs within his stomach. Vrael twisted the Trident, dragging the serrated ends through his opponents insides while he grimaced at the sight.

Vrael strength and speed blossomed in these actions, a drastic increase from the further feats he had displayed. With Vrael's more-than-human compared against his opponents augumented abilities, in a contest of raw power...Well Vrael would come out on top.....Hopefully.

With every 'if' was a failure. In this case, if Vrael had connected the trident's backside with Krausse's shoulder, then the kinetic blast from the weapon would work. However, in sitting up to stab Vrael, Krausse had slid his arm halfway up the shaft of the weapon. The energy traveled down the shaft, past Krausse's arm, and exploded out of the butt in a radial blast. Unless Vrael used his own magics to cause the blast, then the kinetic blast would have to be directed out of the end of the weapon to be of any practical use and the blast couldn't travel upwards unless Vrael wanted to risk hitting himself every time he used the kinetic blast.

Thousands of action movies, video games, and books have the capability to teach any idiot one thing: you dodge a stab by parrying or sidestepping. A gut suck and backpedal didn't work in this situation since Vrael's trident was still locked in Krausse's armpit and he had to stay close enough to Krausse for his follow-up trident slash. The cutlass was a rather lengthy blade, too, and Krausse had long arms because of his six foot height. As Vrael visibly sucked in his gut, Krausse jerked his body upward before Vrael could put more than a foot back, sending the blade straight into the fishman's gut. For the mistake of underestimating his opponent, Vrael still found his gut sufficiently punctured and the blade would go straight into his diaphragm, the connecting tissue of the lungs... and then the scales extended to shred the tissue and muscle. The results: shortness of breath, bleeding into the lungs, unable to draw in breath, eventual drowning of the lungs in internal bleeding. If the medics didn't get there within a few minutes, Vrael would die of the wounds. Krausse left the cutlass inside of Vrael

If Vrael still tried to jerk his trident out from under Krausse's armpit and expertely flip the trident despite the blade in his stomach, then Krausse would find the smooth haft of the trident jerked out from his armpit. Although when Vrael spun the trident around, Krausse cocked back his leg and planted his heel on the cutlass's hilt. Even if Vrael didn't try to attack Krause with the trident, Krausse would still perform the bastardly action. The force of his foot drove the entire length of the blade up until the hilt into Vrael. Hopefully, Vrael would make the entertaining hurk! sound and spit a mouthful of blood onto Krausse as the blade was driven to the hilt and out of Vrael's back, severing his spine in half at the lumbar region. While Vrael would be able to work his upper body, his legs would be paralyzed permanently.

The crowd watched intently, so fearful of missing a single moment of the intense battle of lightning fast opponents that they made not even a mouse's pipsqueak worth of sound. Money changed hands faster than a disease as bets were revoked and reworked in either favor, for more and more began to believe that Vrael would win the match if he could continue to pummel Krausse on the ground and keep the man from standing, for while Krausse was a veritable fortress on the ground with his wits and speed allowing him to counterattack as viciously as Vrael attacked, no fortress was impregnable. However, most of the money remained on Krausse, for he was barely more than a human, and that was enough to win the fervent love of the mostly human crowd against Vrael, the Aquaman, and the beloved champion could never fall lest he become a marytr for his cause.

"Not fast enough, shi-!"

Vrael felt his own weapon sink into his guy, severing his lungs as he stepped backwards in a half-assed attempt to avoid the full scope of damage. He bought himself some time but in that time Krauss would be in big trouble himself. By this time the Trident would have carved a monstrous gash nearly a foot deep into the opponents stomach where it notched nicely into one of the ribs. Several organs would have been split open and entrails would attempt to leave Krauss and splatter onto the arena floor. Both attacks were equal in bastardliness but with Vrael stubbornly forcing the trident forward with the remaining vestiges of his fleeing supernatural strength, it would seem the Nautians attack would be more lethal. The serrated edges tore into ragged strips of tissue and muscle as the trident was thrust forward, extending even deeper into the opponents body. Simultanesouly Krauss would feel as if he had been shocked by a taser as electricity surged along the probing blades.

At the same time Vrael hand launched forward to catch his enemies incoming foot, blood bursting from his lips as his life fluid coursed into his lungs. With the cutlass mobile the scales wouldn't do as much damage as they would if Krauss had slashed downward but the moving objects would still dig into his body in a painful fashion. However Vrael wasn't planning on letting the intense pain loosen his grip on Krauss's foot. He was sure his wrist sustained some damage and in such a position it was extremely uncomfortable to maintain, especially since he was drowning in his own blood.

"HUR-ARGGHHHH!"

With a final blood roar Vrael leapt forward, shoving the rest of his immense weapon into his opponents body, three large blades exploding from his back after cutting deeply into the opponents spine. Electricity still surged into his opponents body while the outstretched leg was forced upward into an awkward level and then savagely twisted in an attempt to break Krauss's ankle. Blood was pouring from Vrael's lips as his fading vision only registered his body falling forward. His vicelike grip on the trident faded with a final push and the Nautian threw himself to the side so as not to further impale himself on the cutlass. He gurgled in an attempt to clear his throat as paramedics rushed onto the platform.

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Meanwhile in the stands various ***** fell to their knee's to worship their awkward patron.

Awkward nothing, the pale patron of the perverted arts was loving the attention directed at him. Up until more pressing matters caught his eye and the red-headed warrior rose from his thrashing convalescence to pull the trident free. He smiled, his keen hearing picking up the final words before, with a brilliantly delivered drama, fell unconscious again.

He chanted along with the rest of the crowd.