"One head breathes fire. The other head brings in oxygen to fuel the fire. If I didn't realize that I was sure to be burned. But if you cut some weight and got faster you would be able to shred me to pieces. Thank you for the match. I have finally been able to test myself properly." Jane spoke as the dragon shifter reverted back to the two headed male form he had before the match.

"You're one tough gal. I thought my claws would break on your scales. Next time we will win though." The man fell unconscious due to the heavy exertion from shifting to twice his size. His dragon form burned through stored energy like there was no tomorrow.

Jane could see the taut skin over the two heads on the mans' body. He had used a lot of the stored nutrients in his body to come to the second place in the tournament. "That's all there is! That's the end! Nick name Medusa has claimed the first place. The shock of her shift, the super powers she has, and another high school student taking the first place! What a day! What a match!"

The announcer was loving every second of the announcement. The audience was going wild but Jane wasn't hearing a single bit of it. She was shifting back and discovering the massive bruises on her arms along with the cuts from the dragon shifters' claws. She had deflected most of the damage but she now knew that it was the wrong move to block the attack. This was a major lesson for her as she started to stumble back in to the hands of a medic.

"We've got you. Just relax and let the healing start. We have supplementary drinks to assist you in recovery. If you need to rest there's plenty of time before the medal ceremony." When Jane heard this she felt panicked. She couldn't just lay around and get healed by the medics with healing super powers. She needed to get up get the medal and rush to Art's tournament.

"I need to get to my friends' final match. He should be in the martial arts tournament. I can stand. Just help me stand!" Jane wasn't giving any room for the medics to hold her back. She gritted her teeth grabbed the supplemental shake and gulped it down. "We are going to that medal stand now!"

While the medics tried to talk sense in to Jane and the announcer prattles on about her determination, Asher was walking on to the stage with a dead serious face. The audience was silent while he stepped in to the ring first.

The rumors of the competitor ice blade that Asher had heard earlier were ringing in his mind. The pile of ice that he had seen the staff clearing from a ring was also on his mind. He had been warned that the super power to make ice blades was dangerous, however, he had already begun to strategize.

The cool breeze that came across the stage was mirrored by a skinny man wearing nearly nothing. He was visibly sweating and was constantly moving an ice pack from one spot to another on his body. Asher couldn't help but to wonder if this was really the man known as ice blade that everyone was so afraid of.

One thing that really stood out was the fact that he had multiple towels around his waist that all appeared to be dripping with his sweat. Asher couldn't help but cringe slightly at seeing this. "Yeah, everyone acts that way when I show up. At first, they think I'm just some sort of over heated weirdo. But then they remember the name ice blade and cringe. That's how it should be." The man that went by ice blade had seriously misunderstood the situation.

"Uhhh, sure man." Asher wasn't really sure what to say. He could see the drops of sweat falling on the ring as they spoke even though it wasn't that hot there. "Let's just have a good match." Asher gave a thumbs up and could swear he heard Cara screaming to crush his opponent from behind him.

"This is the final match. Remember that deadly force is a cause for disqualification. Leaving the ring will cause a loss. I expect a good clean match. Ready yourself!" The referee blew his whistle and the two stood eye to eye.

"Soo, you want to start or should I?" Ice blad just mopped up some sweat with a towel before sighing. "Yeah, I'll start. You're right." He whipped his towel at Asher and a spike of ice flew at him.

"Whoah! What the-" Asher hadn't expected that ice blades' sweat would turn in to ice. The fact that ice blade could use it in this way was a super power that Asher could not underestimate.

Asher moved in after narrowly ducking the ice blade that had come for him. Unfortunately, there were more. Ice blade had wound the towel up and was whipping small beads of ice at him as he ran in a circle.

Ice blade appeared to be moving more so that he could sweat more. Asher would have been a fool to miss this because all the while Ice blade was using his other hands to mop up sweat. It was a gross super power but a versatile one.

The small beads of ice were too fast and hit Asher on his arms. "Huh? That was nothing." Asher had expected them to be sharp or pack a bigger punch. But they didn't hurt at all. "Wait!" Asher exclaimed his surpise as he realized this was a trap. The larger ice blade coming at him was the real attack. The smaller ice beads were just to throw him off.

"Ugh, why couldn't you just let that hit you?" Ice blade sent another whip of the towel. This time, the entire towel came with. When Asher saw this he jumped and rolled without even thinking. He knew that the entire towel coming at him could not be good.

Asher was proven right when he heard the cracking of ice behind him. He saw out of the corner of his eye a large cluster of ice blades spring from the towel and take up a decent chunk of the stage. "I have more where that came from if you want to chill out kid." Ice blade was not joking around. He had moved in to a serious use of his super power to freeze his sweat and was throwing three more sweat soaked towels at Asher.

Rolling was the only way for Asher to survive. He jumped and rolled over and over without even looking since he knew that there were more towels being thrown. Before he knew what had happened there was only half the ring left for him to maneuver in. There was really only a straight shot to ice blade. He couldn't roll any more without hitting the sharp pieces of ice around him.

"I really thought I would have to throw the last one. But you look like you could give up here and avoid the injury right? You're smart enough at least?" Ice blade may have been skinny and appeared easy to beat, yet that just left a smart strategy and a tough situation.

"You know what? Every single bit of practice I have done in martial arts and even in school has told me I should never ever do one thing. Of course, since I don't want to give up and I want to make it to the end so I can win just like my friends, I'm willing to take a risk. So, here it goes." Asher shrugged and wished on his lucky stars.

Before Ice blade could even retaliate with a comeback, Asher had burst in to a full on sprint aiming to tackle ice blade to the ground. Asher was tossing aside the strategy he had worked on to risk everything. He was going against the hours of foot work and banking everything on his luck.

Never had Ice blade had an opponent so stupid as to charge at him. He had not once in his entire career in fighting dealt with someone so stupid. But this was the key, because Ice blade had never had this happen he was panicking. Ice blade threw the towel as fast as he could at Asher and watched as it sailed over Ashers' head. He hadn't aimed!

Ashers' hands wrapped Ice blades' legs and lifted in the tackle. With a shout, Asher had hoisted his opponent up and tossed him out of the ring and in to the air. The falling feeling Ice bade had was too new to him and the foreign feeling of hitting the floor shocked him. His breath left him as he realized the audience was cheering for Asher and not for him. The medics showed up above him speaking words he could not understand due to his shock.

"You saw it here! The notorious Ice blade has been dethroned once and for all. The Lucky jinx has bravely faced the ice and tackled it out of the ring. He doesn't even have a scratch on him! Single handedly defeating the trickiest super power on the stage for all to see! What a win!" The crowd burst in to even more shouting and applause as Asher looked around for the podium to accept the medal. He needed to get to Art's match.