Old Era DBZ Fantasy - Adventure of Zarronkamkar (grand demon tournament)

The beast goes limp in Zarronkamkar’s choke, and the arena roars its verdict. The Registrar raises one hand, marks the win, and the guards haul the fallen brute away.

Zarronkamkar withdraws into the shadow of the ring wall, breathing hard. He is not badly hurt, just taxed, while the crowd’s fury rolls on without him.

Across the sand, other demons clash in flashes of steel, claw, and spell. Some win fast, some break, some stagger on by stubborn luck. The tournament keeps grinding forward.

The Black Goku watches from his place above the ring, still as a blade in the dark. His attention keeps returning to Zarronkamkar, as if the next bout is the real answer he wants.

At last, the Registrar points down into the arena again. A small red demon steps out, compact and hard as a clenched fist, with short horns and a caster’s focus in his posture.

The new challenger rolls his shoulders and plants his feet, power gathering in his hands and throat alike. Zarronkamkar’s next fight begins now, and Black Goku’s interest tightens the air around it.

Zarronkamkar strides to the marked spot in the sand and answers the summons with a low grunt. His tail settles behind him, and the ring hushes for a breath.

He plants himself squarely on the mark. The dark-spark token at his side gives a hard pulse, and the pale shard from earlier glints once in the dust near the boundary.

The Red Demon inhales, and heat gathers around his hands. The air tightens, then snaps as he hurls the first lash of force straight at Zarronkamkar.

Zarronkamkar meets the opening with a hard set of shoulders and a forward lean, taking the stance without yielding ground. The first blast breaks on his guard, and the recoil kicks a ribbon of sand around his feet.

The Red Demon’s eyes widen at the clean stop, and the crowd bellows for blood. Black Goku does not move, but the angle of his gaze sharpens, as if he has just seen the real measure of the ring.

Zarronkamkar flicks his hand and spills color across the ring. A bright wash bursts over the Red Demon’s face, and the charge breaks into a stagger.

The demon claws at his eyes, turning aside with a snarl. The flash leaves him blinking, but it also sends a harsh crack of spell-light across the arena and draws every gaze tighter on Zarronkamkar.

The dark-spark token at his side gives one hard pulse. The pale shard by the boundary skitters a finger’s length in the kicked sand.

The Red Demon lowers his hands, sight returning in sharp, furious slices. Heat gathers again around his palms, but now he faces Zarronkamkar with a tighter guard and a meaner smile.

Zarronkamkar snaps both wings low and whips up a fan of sand. It slaps into the Red Demon’s face, not just blinding him, but driving grit into the corners of his guard.

The Red Demon staggers half a step, rubbing one eye, and his teeth bare as the crowd roars at the sudden shift. Zarronkamkar’s wing joints sting from the sharp snap, and a strip of colored dust spills off his feathers into the ring.

The dark-spark token gives a hard, thirsty pulse near Zarronkamkar’s side. The pale shard at the boundary trembles in the sand, as the Red Demon resets his stance and lifts his head toward the sound of Zarronkamkar’s breathing.