Alright! We got ourselves a brawl between the mightiest brooding beasts of their realms. Step into the arena and feel the heat! Contestants Ready! You: Asgore, the king of the underground - Power: 18 - Guard: 18 - Magic Power: 18 - Magic Guard: 18 - Speed: 18 - HP: 3600 - Skill: Summoning fireballs, with tactical eye flashes. Opponent: Kris from Deltarune - Power: 20 - Guard: 20 - Magic Power: 20 - Magic Guard: 20 - Speed: 20 - HP: 160 Boys, gather 'round! The stats are strong, and it'll come down to strategy — that fiery king versus the swift swordsman! Round 1: First Engagement Asgore stands tall, a formidable presence that commands respect. His golden horns glint under the arena's lights, and he flexes his broad shoulders. The air crackles with magic as he regards Kris with a half-hearted, yet gentle demeanor. Asgore: "I want no fight, kid. Why don’t we just grab a meal instead?" Kris stares, eyes fixated beneath their mask. Just a slight nod, and the tension rises. Kris strikes first, rushing towards Asgore with the gleaming sword raised high. Kris: "I can't back down! For my friends!" With a swift swing, Kris lands a solid hit on Asgore, though his thick guard absorbs most of the blow. Asgore barely flinches. Asgore: "You’re brave, I’ll give you that! But let’s see how you handle this!" Asgore’s eyes flash orange, and fireballs erupt, filling the air around Kris. Knowing he must remain still, he holds his ground, dodging carefully. The fireballs zoom past him, scorching the ground. Round 2: Counterattack Kris takes the opportunity. With speed, he lunges forward again, ducking low to slash at Asgore’s legs. Kris: "You may be king, but I won’t let up!" Asgore raises his shield just in time; Kris’s blade skims off the surface, but the force pushes Asgore back just a bit. The fireballs disperse, and Asgore takes a moment to regroup. Asgore: "Not bad, kid. But it’s gonna take more than that to overpower a king!" With an aura of confidence, Asgore summons a big fireball, much larger than before. He hurls it towards Kris! The impact is immense! Round 3: The Shift of Power Kris rolls to the side, barely missing the explosion of flames as it sears the ground behind him. Breathing heavily but undeterred, he stands back up, eyes narrowing. Kris: "I won't give up that easily! Time to get serious!" Suddenly, Kris turns the tides and charges at Asgore with a flurry of strikes, sword glinting like lightning. With power behind every swing, he manages to break through Asgore's guard. You well-placed hit lands on Asgore's shoulder, leaving a singe mark. Asgore: "You’ve got guts! But how long can you keep this up?" Round 4: Final Stretch Asgore knows he can't hold back any longer! No more playful tactics! He readies himself, magic swirling around him in a terrifying display of power. His eyes flash blue this time, freezing Kris in place. He takes a deep breath and unleashes his full magic. You massive wave of flames rushes towards Kris. Asgore: "Feel my wrath... but don’t worry, I’ll hold back enough for this to be a lesson!" Kris stands, sweat dripping, the heat is unbearable, but refusing to flinch. He yells out loud. Kris: "I’ll adapt to any challenge! I fight for my friends!" In a burst of determination, Kris swings hard, using every ounce of strength thinking back to his friends — it isn’t just him; it’s for them too! He deflects a portion of the flames toward Asgore, the kingship taste of the challenge fuels him! Final Result: Who Will Stand? As the dust settles, the crowd holds their breath. Kris, breathing heavy, stumbles back. His HP dips dangerously low, and although Asgore took hits, he stands mighty albeit a bit fatigued — But remember, he doesn't wish to end the fight here! The judges deliberate — the power of Asgore rings out practically all but taking Kris down this time. Winner: Asgore Asgore’s experience and defensive skill triumphed even in the face of ferocity. Kris fought bravely, but taking hits was fatal to his stamina. Post-Battle Dialog: Asgore, forgoing a victory celebration, approaches Kris, who’s catching his breath on the ground. Asgore: “Kid, that was impressive! You’ve got the heart of a lion. Ever thought of joining us down here? I could teach you some magic!” Kris, still recovering, looks up, admiration in his eyes, despite being on the losing end. Kris: “I don’t know... I fight for my own cause. But you! You protect the underground! That’s something worth following!” Asgore laughs heartily; it’s genuine, a king proud to see such bravery. Asgore: “Well, remember this: every defeat teaches you something, keeps you sharp for the next round. You’ve got a fire in you. Next time we meet, you might just catch me off-guard!” Kris nods, determination igniting within. The arena echoes with applause as the crowd recognizes the valiant effort despite the loss. Asgore offers a hand to help Kris up. Kris: “Thanks! Count me in for a rematch one day! I’ll be stronger next time!” Asgore: "And I’ll be waiting. Just remember, sometimes the kindest warriors hold the mightiest power!" With that, Kris walks away, igniting a sense of respect between the two fighters. The arena fades, the crowd disperses, but the fire of battle lives on. Asgore prepares for his next challenge, knowing he'll face a worthy opponent again — maybe even in Kris himself. --- To Be Continued in the Next Battle!