Honey was looking pleased with himself, "I have to say, you've put up a good fight, but you can't beat me with that slow magic of yours." Morthos of course knew he was right, that's why he had his plan made beforehand.

"As long as I can stand, you haven't won," Morthos growled out to him, "Har-Har Rasas." The small fireballs once more followed Honey, this time they were faster though, he was unable to dodge them all and was caught in a couple explosions. Morthos made sure the fire stayed off the ground, it wasn't time for that yet. Morthos continued casting and walking around the arena, trying to cover as much of it on foot as he could.

But Honey got away from the fireballs and knocked Morthos back again with a powerful punch. "It's over Morthos, concede before I have to really hurt you."

Morthos didn't need to concede though, he knew it, Honey had fallen right in his trap. Morthos was on one knee, one hand on the ground the other holding his staff. He just laughed and Honey looked very confused, then he said the magic words, "[i]Ignis[/i]." An incredibly fast moving wave of flames moved along the ground, faster than Honey could react to move away. It didn't cause much damage, but it left the arena incredibly warm. Morthos stood and said, "fine Honey, if you can get over here, I'll concede." Honey tried to move but he was stuck to the ground, and try as he might he wasn't moving.

"What's the matter? Found yourself in a sticky situation?" Morthos was panting, but he had all the time he wanted now. "I knew my magic was slow and telegraphed. But slow magic doesn't matter against an immobile target, that's why I was moving around so much, not just to avoid you." He stomped his shoe to let out some of the liquid, "it's something I cooked up, combination of potion ingredients and an incantation. Does nothing on its own, you could even drink it, but when it's heated, it creates an incredibly sticky substance."

Something occurred to Honey, "but...you must be out of mana, there's no way you can take me now." Morthos chuckled, aimed to the side of Honey and said "Har-Har Infigar" A large explosion occurred right next to him, "I have a large mana reserve, next one's coming at you, admit it, I won."

Honey let out a large sigh, "okay, you win," he looked at the ref, "I concede." With those two words the match was over, Morthos released the magic so Honey could move as he heard the crowd cheering. He went with the medical examiner to the med bay to get patched up. He'd won, he was now the same level as Jax.