Roleplay:Dragon Hero Tournament/Moros vs. Arnzarel

Overview
This is the designated fight page for Moros and Arnzarel. These two will fight to see who will move on to the next round. May the best fighter win!

Roleplay
The announcer's voice was heard from the PA system. "Laaaaaadies and gentlemen! With the next fight of the day, we have Moros taking on Arnzarel!" The crowd was getting pumped.

Arnzarel stomped into the arena. The crowd could see a massive and hideous monstrosity that was the giant sized blue demon prince. Arnzarel stared at the crowd watching them as they cheered. Admittedly he wasn't one to be rooted for very often but it would be nice for some people to actually acknowledge him in a positive manner for once.

Moros walked through an entrance like a normal mobian, personally, he'd be in the same boat as arnzarel but he won't admit it.

"Greetings, 'old friend'." Arnzarel.

Moros shrugged and waved. 'Sup.'

"Such a simple and bland greeting, of course I shouldn't be surprised."

'Such high expectations from someone who should dislike me.. Tell me, are you into men?'

"I in the hearts and minds of many a mortal."

Moros shrugged. 'Yeah yeah, immortality and all that jazz.. Tell me, is your daughter okay?'

"Never better, why do you ask?"

'Just making sure, she was a reckless one from the limited interactions with her..'

"Silence your tongue Moros!"

'Come and make me..'

"Very well."

Moros just waited, sitting down cross legged while summoning six ethereal blades that floated around him defensively.

"Of course, you would cast a defensive spell now wouldn't you?" Arnzarel said as he casted a small barrage of Beautiful Bolts at Moros.

'Only because fighting you is terribly predictable and a waste..' He mouthed as the ethereal blades came into contact with the beautiful bolts. The blades, being made of void energy, would erase the beautiful bolts when they came into contact with eachother.

Moros sighed, now only having three circling around him.