"Ladies and gentlemen!" The announcer yelled to the roar of the crowd, his voice amplified by whatever spell he was using.

No matter how loud he yelled in here, nobody would be able to hear it up in the city.

The fight clubs were always meticulously prepared. Othello was sure they had sound dampeners working around the clock.

"It is the fight you've all been waiting for!" The announcer yelled. "Standing at 6 foot tall and 180 pounds, and with a 20 match winning streak, 13 by knockout, we have our reigning champion, the Thresher!"

The crowd was whipped into a frenzy, chanting "Thresher! Thresher! Thresher!"

The man stomped into the ring, muscles bulging. He was tall, with a shaved head and a full beard. He was barely chested, and had only trousers on.

He threw his head back and roared, to the adulation of the crowd.

Othello leaned forward in his private booth, his eyes narrowed as he stared down the man.

The Thresher had a good physique, which would help him adapt well to the potion, but Othello wasn't just satisfied with physical prowess. He wouldn't pick anything less than the perfect specimen.

"And today, we have a new challenger!" The announcer roared. "A man with enough grace to make dancers weep! The breaker of bones, Snake!"

From the other side, a man walked into the arena, bouncing on the balls of his feet. There was a large smile on his face, and even from where he sat high up in the structure, Othello could see the white of the man's teeth.

The Snake had luscious red hair, which cascaded down to stop just at his shoulder. Coupled with his twinkling eyes, he was the perfect image of a handsome playboy.

The crowd roared as the announcer gave the odds, the bookies moving through the crowd to take the bets.

There was a knock on Othello's door, and the bookie assigned to him walked in with a small bow.

Without even looking at him, Othello dropped a pouch of coins on the table. "Snake." He said simply.

There was no logical reason behind his decision. He simply liked betting on underdogs.

He leaned back in his chair to watch the fight.

The arena was cleared, and only Thresher and Snake remained in it. The gong sounded, and the fight began.

Thresher roared, surging towards Snake. Snake, who was physically smaller than the man, but still tall, skipped back, unwilling to be within striking distance from his opponent.

The commentator yelled in the background, his voice adding color to the fight, but Othello tuned it out, all his senses focused on the bout below.

After almost a minute of Snake running away, Thresher turned to the crowd in a roar, to mock Snake for running. It was supposed to be a show of dominance, but that was when Snake struck.

He was fast, surging towards Thresher. Thresher saw the man coming out of his peripheral vision, snarling as he scrambled to face Snake.

His hands reached towards Snake to grab him, but Snake ducked under it, planting one hand on the ground to stabilize himself, and his leg lashed out, lightning fast.

There was a crack as his leg hit Thresher's face, breaking the man's nose. The man stumbled back, clutching his nose as blood sprayed out of it.

Snake could have capitalized on the moment of weakness, but he simply grinned, running a hand through his hair and posing for the crowd.

The crowd went wild, and with the running commentary from the commentator, Thresher's anger rose.

He roared surging at Snake.

Snake grinned at the man and kept skipping back, trying to dodge Thresher's reaching hands.

But this time, Thresher didn't stop. He kept coming, growing more frustrated as Snake kept dodging.

Half the crowd cheered, and half groaned as Snake ducked to the side once more, under Thresher's arms.

Thresher roared in anger, twisting on his heel faster than he'd shown tonight, leaping at Snake.

Everybody leaned forward as Snake's eyes widened, but in that moment, Snake's expression immediately changed.

Instead of skipping back and dodging, this time, Snake leapt into the air, knee first.

It was Thresher's turn for his eyes to widen in surprise. An instant later, Snake's knee crashed into his face, flattening his nose even more.

Blood sprayed into the air as Thresher's head snapped back. A second later, his body hit the ground with a thud, sending a small cloud of dust into the air.

Snake raised his hands into the air with a bright grin, posing again for the crowd.

The crowd roared, some cheering their win, and others simply enjoying the fight.

As for Othello, he chuckled. Before he could stop himself, the chuckle turned into a snort, then he devolved into full blown laughter.

His hands snapped over his mouth in an effort to stop the sound from travelling far, but he still couldn't keep himself from laughing.

The fight he'd just watched had been plain. Nothing special. Just a smart man baiting a strong man. Or at least that was how it looked.

Othello had seen enough. He'd come for gold, but had struck diamond instead.

The bookie entered the private room with his rewards, but Othello didn't even look at the man.

"You can keep the winnings." He said to the surprised man as he made his way out of the booth.

He didn't care about the money. No. He cared about the talent he just discovered. Snake.

The man was exceptional. Othello could see it. Snake could have ended the fight in five seconds, but the man had decided to have fun instead.

He was faster, smarter, and better than his opponent by far. And best of all, he was an unpowered human.

Othello made his way through the halls, until he arrived at the door. There were two guards posted before it, and one of them stepped forward. "Sir, you can't be here. This place is reserved for—"

With a twist of his hand, the man dropped to the floor, dead. Othello turned to the other one, who stood there frozen, terror in his eyes.

With a nod at the remaining guard, Othello pushed the door open, and stepped inside.

Snake sat on a chair, a big smile on his face and two beautiful women on either side of him, holding a cup of alcohol.

"Who the hell are you?" Snake looked up with a frown, seeing Othello.

"Hello, Snake." Othello grinned. "How would you like to become a dragon?"

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