"And the Red Flag has been secured!" the male commentator's voice boomed through the stadium amplifiers. "A brilliant presentation by Ufrifa's very own, Hakim!"
Down in the center of the several rocks in between the ocean of water, Rol violently cursed. He spat a mouthful of blood onto the cracked asphalt, his grey eyes sweeping across the battlefield.
He was currently surrounded. Not by a team, but by a single man.
Standing in a perfect circle around Rol were six identical copies of his opponent. Hakim was a towering, bald, bronze-skinned juggernaut from the host nation of Ufrifa. He was built like a fucking robot, his shirtless torso rippling with thick, corded muscle.
