Anon immediately switch to defense. The instincts were screaming at him... That this fight was suicide. That there was a 0% chance that he would win. This was like the time he faced as Esdeath. A chill raced down his spine. The looming presence in front of him was staggering. It was as if this man's shadow was longer than his body, as if it was big as a mountain reflecting the power within. He took his usual stance. Right fist pulled back, left fist extended forward with his left foot forward. The man in front of him took no fighting stance. He simply placed his hands in his pockets, then he took a single step forward.
Even with no stance, there were no openings. Not a single hole in this man's defense. He knew that from watching him grow ever closer. He was consumed by fear, cold sweat running down his spine. As his Ancestor stopped in front of him. Hand still placed in his pockets. They were within striking range of each other now. Anon stuck to his guns. He felt as this was the only way to even land a hit. "Cheeky little brat. Thinking you're some kind grandmaster. Let's see if you can land that counter. I will go slow for ya."

With those words leaving his lips, the left hand of this Brute began to slowly rise into the air, the palm spread open. It began to steadily come down towards Anon fast. Anon was still waiting to get close before a solid straight right flew towards the giant man's stomach.

His right fist collided with something. There was an impact but, what he felt when he hit the skin was... It was as if he had hit a mountain. His opponent didn't even block the punch. He didn't even take out his other hand from his pocket.
His left hand then collided with Anon's face. It was even a slow strike. This sluggish slap had enough force behind it to send Anon flying to the other side of the arena. Anon's body crashed into the wooden frame of the arena, splinting the wood. The whole room was now spinning. Everything was Fuzzy within his vision yet, he could still see the hulking figure lethargically walking towards him. Both hands back in his pockets, a relaxed smile upon his face.

"What wimpy punch. Can't even take one either. Don't be a disappointment. You've got my blood in your veins. What's wrong with you? I know it's been diluted but come on. You should be doing a lot more than this." His booming voice was heard clearly even through the pain. Anon let out of gasp of air from his lungs. At least he was breathing again. That one hit knocked all over the air out of him. Was he gonna die here? That thought crossed his mind. His fingers grip the sand as images of Twilight and others burning in a sea of war. That is what got him back on his feet.

His legs were shaking though, he didn't know if he could take another hit like that. Anon's glare was focused on his so-called Ancestor. This did make the other stop in his tracks. His relaxed smile became more of a gleeful one. Showing off those pearly fangs of his. "Now, that's a better look. That's a look someone of my blood should have in their eyes. Not that pitiful excuse of fear. If you're afraid to die, you shouldn't step on the battlefield.

Death is around the corner for all of us who seek the pleasures of battle. Only one can stand upon the top, after all. That's why I want you to succeed. I want to see you meet me at the top. I've been waiting for an exciting opponent."
This guy was really starting to piss him off. Was this all game to him? Those are the thoughts running in Anon's head. As he threw his jacket down.

"Mark of the Ogre Activated." The system readout.

As an on the back, muscles twisted into that of a face of an enraged demon. Anon pushed of the dirty dashing toward his Ancestor at full speed. His Ancestor kept his relaxed dance, but the smile on his face never left.....

Meanwhile…

[I am going to roll to see how well Phantom's scooting goes. Above 50. It goes well. Below a 50...it goes poorly]

[78. Not that great but, luck is on your side, readers]
Phantom came bursting through the gate, frost clinging to his jacket. Helping an injured Yak through the door. Two other Yaks were behind him who were also heavily damaged, but they could walk. The other Yaks rushed to him, beginning to pick up their wounded. Phantom didn't have time to get treated himself. Even though his lungs were burning, he pushed past the pain rushing towards the King's throne room.

Phantom pushes with all his strength against the heavy palace's doors. Barely having the power to make them open as he collapsed on the ground in front of them. The royal guard rushed to him. He gently pushed them aside. As King Kole steps away from his advisors. "What news you have?" The King got straight to the point, looking over the wounds Phantom had suffered.

"Their army is bigger than we thought... They got wyverns. Ice Elementals and worse...." Look straight up at the King. "Princess Luna is with them... And she's dressed for war." Phantom's words chilled the air more than the winter winds. As all yaks grew silent...and King Kole let out huff through flaring nostrils.

Anon was rushing his Ancestor from all angles, increasing his speed dramatically. He was a blur of motion, appearing in multiple places at once, each time striking out with his fists as hard as he could. His Ancestor's blocked each hit with a single hand catching it in his palm. Until that freehand caught Anon in midair. Gripping the front of his face as the giant of a man slammed him into the ground shaking the whole arena. Anon coughed up blood, tasting the iron in his mouth.

It wasn't even close. How could there be this much of a difference in their strength? He couldn't understand how a person could be this strong. He also couldn't understand why this man wasn't helping others with this strength?

"That was at least better. That demon of yours is too small, though. He's being held back by you. All those fears and doubts. Cloud your mind and spirit. You should focus on getting stronger... Coming more deadly... Reaching the peak.
You won't be able to beat her like this. You're running around playing the hero with half measures. You run away from a challenge you think you can't win.

You should revel in this, especially if an opponent is stronger than you." He raised his foot and stomped downward. Anon put his guard up both arms, his bone strength against the weight of the stomp. As his Ancestor kept pushing down until Anon hit something solid at this rate, he was going to be crushed to death.

"Your choice. Awaken...or die."

Author's Note

Alright everyone,

The next few choices will really effect the storyline. This choice and next will be VERY important.

So in light of this. All votes with details as to why you choosing this will be given TWO votes intend one of their choice. Think carefully.

1. Awaken The Demon [50% chance of major debuff along side major Buff]
   
2. Awaken The Spirit [50% Chance of Major Spiritual Wound]
   
3. Find your own path, Keeping fighting [60% chance of major wound]
   
4. Awaken The Darkness [60% Chance of Slight Alignment Change but, Dramatic increase in level, Strength and abilities.]

There are ALWAYS risks in choices dear reader. Remember that.