- Our radiant elves say that he was an earthly ruler ... There we will fight!
Trump pouted, like a turkey, and said:
- Let it be so!
The rostrums rustled ... The sporadic horde gurgled. But Julius Caesar said sternly:
"But you still deserve to fight me!" First you fight the monster!
Donald frowned and muttered:
- Are you really not a monster?
Caesar was laughing at these words, and he ordered:
"And since you're still too young, I'll ask the Goddess to make you a little more."
Trump did not have time to reply. He really grew up, turning from a boy of eleven to twelve into a beautiful young man.
Donald Trump felt a tide of wild power and clenched his strong fists with full knuckles. Here he will be ready to fight ...
The monster flew out suddenly. The former American president did not even have time to consider it. It was something like a giant toad. Two masses: large and small collided together. There followed a semblance of an explosion.
The body of one of them, the blood spattered body, shuddered feebly ...
In my head - a cannonade, you seemed to be covered by an explosive wave that split the flesh into molecules that continue to tear, burning like miniature atomic bombs flares. A force of will, a desperate attempt to assemble - and here the crimson veil seems to settle slowly, but does not cease to spin before your eyes. Mist as if with tentacles clinging to the surrounding space ... It hurts, the flour in every cell of the torn body.
- Seven eight...
The voice of the impassive computer is heard, muffled, like through a dense veil.
- Nine ten...
It is necessary to rise quickly, to rise sharply, otherwise there will be an end. But the body is paralyzed. Through the thick red-smoky haze vaguely visible enemy. This is a huge three-legged monster - a paraloroid. He had already raised his thick and long crest, preparing with enormous force to tear down the blade of the living guillotine.
Two huge claws on each side predatorily opened, the third limb long, the prickly whisking tail of the scorpion, being behind, impatiently scratched the cover of the arena. A yellow, smelly saliva, sizzling and smoking in the air, dripped from the opposite, bumpy, green muzzle warts. A hideous freak hung over a muscular, bloodied human body.
- Eleven twelve...
Now the words become painfully deafening, like hammer blows through the eardrums. The computer considers a little slower than the standard terrestrial measures of time. Thirteen is already a knockout.
The decision was born in a fraction of a second. Suddenly, sharply straightening his right leg, and using his left as a spring, in a furious rage, sprawling like a leopard, Donald Trump jumped up and inflicted the strongest loquacus directly over the nerve center of an alien monster - a silica-magnesium hybrid of crab and toad. The blow was strong, sharp and precise, and also coincided with the oncoming movement of the beast. Monster sub-space (an intermediate habitat, capable of traveling between the stars replenishing with the energy of electromagnetic waves, but in inhabited worlds predator, not disdaining the devouring of organics of all kinds) slightly ass, but did not fall. This kind of paraloids has several nerve centers, which greatly distinguishes them from other creatures. The blow to the largest of them caused only partial paralysis.
The enemy of the monster, despite the broad shoulders and bumpy musculature, was very young, almost a boy. The features of the ruddy face are thin, but expressive. If they are not distorted by pain and fury, they seem naive and tender. When he appeared in the arena, a roar of disappointment was heard in the stands, just like a peaceful and harmless boy, the man-gladiator Donald Trump looked like. Although now, this is no longer a boy, but an enraged animal, his eyes erupt such frenzied hatred that it seemed to incinerate as good as an ultra-laser. From the impact, the guy nearly broke his leg, but continued to move with the speed of the cat, though he limped a little.
The pain can not break the cheetah, it only mobilizes, all the hidden reserves of the young organism, introducing in the likeness of trance!
In the head of a boy and a former president, thousands of drums seem to be beating, veins and tendons flow, indomitable energy. A series of powerful accented blows to the mastodon body followed. In response, the monster waved a sharp half-centner in weight claws. Usually these animals have the reaction of jugglers, but an accurate blow to the nerve node slowed it down.
The young fighter, having made a somersault, left the terrible crest and was behind the monster. After inserting his knee and passing his hand from the claw, the young man struck her with an elbow, putting all his weight, and made a sharp turn of the body. There was a crunch of a broken limb. Caught at the wrong angle, the claw broke, spurted a small fountain, stinking, toad-colored blood.
Although the touch of the liquid erupting from the creature lasted only a moment, the young gladiator felt a severe burn, pale purple blisters instantly swelled on his chest and right arm. I had to bounce and break the distance. The beast ejaculated a painful howl - a mixture of the lion's roar, the croaking of a frog and the hiss of a viper. In a frenzied rage, a monster rushed forward - a young man, covered with a mixture of blood and sweat, making a cascade of somersaults, flew to the armored grid. With a running start, putting all his weight, the monster struck the crest, trying to pierce the opponent's chest.
Young Trump left the impact, and a thick comb struck through the metal mesh. Continuing to move by inertia, the creation of the cosmic underworld has planted its limb into the next network with the most powerful current charge. From the fence flew sparks, ranks passed through the body of mastodon, smelled of flaming metal, and unimaginably vile burning organics. Any terrestrial beast would be dead, but this representative of the fauna is immediately visible, that of an entirely different bodily structure.
The monster could not immediately pull out its trunk - and followed a series of swift, like the rotation of propeller blades, strikes. However, the electrostatic charge, with a little delay, overcoming the resistance of foreign flesh, gently saddled the young fighter. Bouncing off, crying, from the vomiting, piercing every vein and bone of pain, the gladiator Trump froze and, crossing his arms, scratched on his chest, began to meditate standing up. His immobility against the background of the planting beast and the stormy public was unusual, as if from a little god who was in the heat.
The boy Donald was calm, like the surface of a frozen ocean, he knew ... Only one trick is capable of cutting down such a monster. Very powerful blow.
Having torn the crest into pieces of bloody meat, the diploid jumped all over its mass onto an insolent, hairless monkey. Is it possible to allow a small primacy to win a victory over itself. Collecting the will, concentrating all the chakras and energy in a single bundle, the young man struck a strong blow in the jump. This ancient reception of Fafar-Marad, available to a few, is capable of killing the one who inflicts it. The blow fell into the already defeated nervous core of the giant fighter. His own weight and speed increased the force of kinetic energy, and, this time, the nerve node was not just broken - several major nerve stems exploded from the concussion. The crystal-metal giant was finally paralyzed.
The carcass flew to one side, the young man to the other.
The cybernetic judge counted out in a low voice:
- One two Three...
He believed in the language of the dark elves.
Both fighters lay motionless, the last blow of the young man Trump crushed the monster, but he broke his leg. However, the consciousness did not have enough time to lose the gladiator, and the athletic-built boy, overcoming the pain, stood up, lifting his fist-clenched hands (sign of victory in the sign language of the Empire of Luciferstan).
- Twelve! .. Thirteen! .. The fighter, the native of a planet the Earth - Donald Trump has won. His age is 78 native years or 75 standard. It's a debutant in the fighting arena. Lost to him the champion of the galaxy sector Ezhend-16 SSK fighting without rules, a participant with a rating of 199: 1: 2 - Askezam Verd Asoneta, whose age is 2977 standard years.