Doomfoot had been a legend in the lower ranks of the Colosseum of Mortals. He was a true master of kicks who had become a Gladiator by only using his feet. Even when he evolved to the Arcane Doomfoot, he was still a martial artist and a connoisseur of the art of kicking… but that had all ended the day he met the Benevolent Monk.
On that fateful day, Jake had used his hands, and there was no going back from that. Not that anyone in the audience, nor the announcer, had expected the Jake that entered the arena the day after his ”victory” over the monk. Nor did they expect how the fight would go.
Jake had still been hurting from his injuries despite waiting till the evening before he fought, so he didn’t want to drag things out. Based on his opponent’s movements, the orc also seemed to reali
