[center][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j4-Gt6dUVj0]Know I’ve done wrong,
Left your heart torn
Is that what devils do?[/url][/center]

[indent]Johnathan took a rag to his shoes and gave them another wipe. He was already at the tournament's finals! His legs had carried him far, way further than he thought he'd go. He'd already fought past a particularly tough flamenco dancer and, before that, a metalhead whose power riffs had torn up the ground he had to tap on. Thankfully his feet, shoes and speed brought him through to the final stage: the all-important Battle Royale. The finals, where only the best of the best fought for supremacy, with the last man standing getting the title of Caesura's Champion and awarded with wealth and fame beyond compare. The money he could use, the fame and recognition though? Something he didn't want. Perhaps he'd concede it to someone else, maybe take the second place prize for himself. After all, he was only in this fight for the money.[/indent]

[center][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j4-Gt6dUVj0]Took you so low,
Where only fools go
I shook the angel in you[/url][/center]

[indent]With rag still in hand, he ran the cloth over the toes of his shoes until they shone enough to reflect his entire face in them. He grinned and shook his head. These shoes, these were priceless. The top weapon of Basin's warriors, the shoes were only conferred upon the feet of the dancer whose moves topped the rest. And he'd been up there, only to find that life after that would've been stuffy and boring. That was enough reason for him to flee the city, taking the shoes with him and leaving his entire people on the verge of breakdown. True, they were hunting him with a fury unmatched anywhere else, but what did he care? He was living life! He was happy and free! These shoes were the icing on top a particularly delicious cake and he wasn't intent on sharing it with anyone.[/indent]

[center][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j4-Gt6dUVj0]Now I’m rising from the ground
Rising up to you[/url][/center]

[indent]As if to prove a point, he straightened up and tensed his right leg. He was resting in the innards of the stadium grounds, past the arena where the fights had taken place, where no one would find him. He spotted a plank of wood resting innocuously against one of the many stone walls that the fairgrounds had been built upon and cocked his leg. With a practiced eye he took aim and, by reflex and training, his foot shot out faster than the eye could blink in a straight-heeled kick. The air cracked audibly around his foot as an invisible projectile shot straight towards the wood plank and shattered it into pieces, throwing chunks of stone out of the wall behind it. He grinned to himself. Only the best could throw a kick that also fired the air he kicked like a bullet. He still had it.[/indent]

[center][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j4-Gt6dUVj0]Filled with all the strength I found
There's nothing I can’t do![/url][/center]

[indent]Johnny relaxed and drew a cigarette from the pocket of his slacks and lit it with a lighter. It was the resting time between fights, after all, and now that the upcoming fight was also the last one, he had more time to relax and limber up. He knew his opposition was strong; from another metalhead whose screaming vocals he'd heard from all the way across the fair, to an electronica musician whose lights and synths grew solid in the air, to even a violinist whose instrument manipulated the elements at her whim, this last fight was to be the toughest, grandest and most spectacular of the whole fair. It was a fight he was looking forward to.

Oh he'd kick ass. No doubt about it.[/indent]