Slam. The mangled carcass of the swordsman hit the ground, body covered in the deep-seated gashes of a row of spikes lashing at him again and again and again, finally slithering around his neck as he threw him down for the killing blow. The chanting of Imphrael's name grew into a fervor of cheers. "And the Iron Angel does it again, folks! Imphrael off to a great start of this best of three, the two-time dueling champion making an absolute mess of Kharos, leader of the Bloodletters." Kharos. The name was well-known across Lavendera. His gang, the Bloodletters, were known to contain more than a couple of hackers, but here, in the tournaments, where every step was closely monitored by scores of fans, anything vaguely resembling hacking would result in a disqualification, which was why Imphrael enjoyed them so much. Here, skill was all that mattered. Here, he kicked Kharos's ass.<br/><br/>"And the second round begins!" The commentator exclaimed, roaring at every move Rael made, every dodge and block and parry as chains whirled like demons, the Iron Angel, as he had grown to be called, moving with dizzying speed as he leapt over his opponent's head, hand crashing together before he even landed as chains flew in from both sides, too close to get out of the way. He could only block one, but he tried anyway. Lose-lose. The smart move would have been to go directly for Rael. But, of course, Kharos was not smart. Slashing through one chain, the other lashed against his back, the end of the chain carrying on with its momentum as it wrapped around the swordsman's throat, garroting him as the broken chain was pulled back into an arm that was now raised in the air as thousands of volts poured from his armor into the chain that held Kharos's writhing body to the ground. The chanting grew louder and louder as fans that had never even seen the Iron Angel before relished at the idea of humiliating the Bloodletter leader. And with one quick, clean pull he ripped Kharos's head off completely, throwing it into the air for all to see before the corpse dissolved into pixels.<br/><br/><i>Man, I love my job.</i>