TWENTY-FIVE

ARCHER

SAM TOOK ARCHER'S jacket and Archer climbed up to the ring and stood by the side, leaning against the edge of the rope and rolling up the sleeves of the white shirt.

Mayhem came to stand face to face with Archer. Sam was right, this fighter had no scent. Mayhem stared Archer down, obviously trying to scare him but failed miserably as Archer's blank stare did not waver.

When Mayhem saw that he failed to intimidate Archer, he moved back to the opposite side of the room, resigning to glare at Archer from the distance.

Then, the announcer walked up to Archer and asked for his name.

"Diviner."

The announcer went back to the middle of the ring.

"The last match for today would be between our Champion, Mayhem and the brave Diviner!"

The crowd erupted in more cheers and the announcer stepped out of the ring as the bell was rung.

Like before, Mayhem rushed at Archer first but Archer saw his intention before he moved, and stepped out of the way.

But to Archer's surprise, Mayhem h