The Crystal - 55 Hope in golden light.

“Aaaargh!” Lava Gladiator shouted as he tried fending off some villagers. Five of them were grabbing each of his legs, three of them even trying to hammer his quadriceps. But those were just puny villagers trying to slow him down as he battered the eight village elders.

“Damn you, pesky little villagers,” he said while shaking his legs which threw everyone off easily.

‘Full powered fire fist,’ threw an elder at the Lava Gladiator’s cheek. But to him, it was like a normal punch.

He returned with an ordinary punch which was enough to incapacitate the elder. Mr. Sutton came from behind with an ‘Orange smoke.’ It did not affect him except by a little. He glared back at Mr. Sutton and inhaling his lungs to the fullest, he came back with the ‘Lava Spit.’ Mr. Sutton was covered with Lava as he rolled around the ground with affliction.

“Damn! This is why I was against this. Now, the whole village can be burned to ashes altogether,” said Mr. Sutton. The words entered Oar’s ears. Losing all hope, he tilted his head downward. Suddenly, a huge burst of aura caught attention of all the warriors on the battlefield.

It was from Zohaifa. His pounded body somehow managed to create yet another ‘Golden Punch.’ Its glow spelled trouble to the lava gladiator and hope for the villagers.

“I get it now,” said Zohaifa to himself, “The life that I wanted is the one that I am living. I cannot waste it. I have to enjoy every moment with it.” Zohaifa’s smile widened as he continued, “Getting a power as this has always been my dream. Now that I have got it I can’t but see the full limit of it. I must see how far I can take this.”

Zohaifa forcefully dragged himself to take one step towards the Lava Gladiator as if he was carrying a heavy load in his hand: the Golden Punch!

Lava Gladiator forced laughter and said, “Not that lame immobile move again.”

He took a deep breath and threw a ‘lava spit’ at Zohaifa. But a fallen elder jumped and protected Zohaifa from the ‘Lava spit’ with his body.

“We still have hope, people!” shouted Red-1, “It’s glowing golden. Push him to Zohaifa!”

A sudden motivation filled up the heart of the people. The ordinary villagers could sense the power behind Zohaifa’s aura by the look of the other warrior’s face. The villagers ran towards the Lava Gladiator with every battle cry that came to their mind and pushed him like a mass tsunami. The Lava Gladiator inhaled again and spitted lava. The fear of death pushed the villagers aside and let the Lava Gladiator free. But suddenly a fast gush of orange smoke pushed him towards Zohiafa. It was the ‘Orange stream.’ Oar’s friend directed his vision to Oar, shocked, thinking how Oar could disobey the elders like that.

But to even greater surprise, it was not Oar, it was Mr. Sutton. But the Lava Gladiator planted his feet firm to the ground with every resistance he could muster. He stopped the push.

“I can’t hold the punch forever, you know?” said Zohaifa