Chase could see everything...
Or at least everything that everything had allowed him too see.
He could see small particles, and thousands of him in the air around him.
They reminded him of the "Concept" magic sphere that Zelenna had showed the class not too long ago.
Each particle was a different color, some even colors that he had never seen before.
Some were indescribable, and he could have stared in awe for hours on hours.
But he didn't have much time left.
Dorian nodded.
"You ready?"
Chase tried to speak, but instead of words... A terrible hiss left his grinning mouth.
Dorian recoiled, and then let out a wicked laugh.
"Oh yeah... Were ready."
Then he lifted his palm off of the mic, flipped a switch, and cleared his throat.
When he spoke, his voice echoed through The Underbelly's cavern.
"EVERYONE!!!"
The crowd roared, and the battle came to a pause.
"WE HAVE A SUPRISE ENTRANCE FROM A NEW FACE!"
He took a deep breath and grinned.
"TODAY! WE MEET THE SAVIOR OF THE COBRA... AND HE GOES BY THE NAME OF THE GRINNING DEVIL!"
Somehow, the crowd surged even louder.
Chase felt himself cringe at the name "The Grinning Devil" but figured that it wasn't the time to complain about his alias.
Then he stepped out of the cages door.
And was hit with an immediate response.
The crowd screamed and raged.
His name was being chanted like a war cry.
"DEVIL! DEVIL! DEVIL!"
Was all he could hear, and hell even though he couldn't see what he looked like: He figured the name fit quite well.
Black marking were etched into the skin of his tattered clothing, and he wore the mask of a dead serpent.
That also happened to be grinning with terrible needle-like teeth.
First, he glanced at Neo.
Who was kneeling, and covered in terrible injuries.
He tilted his head in confusion at the boy's entrance.
Chase could have sworn that he seen Neo mouth "Chase...?" but shook it out of his thoughts.
He had bigger problems.
Way bigger problems.
Because at that very moment, he spotted his opponent.
Gregor of Imperial they called him.
He wore fully golden armor twice his size, and stood about ten meters tall.
Most of his face was hidden beneath a layer of black glass that sat below his golden helmet.
But his toothy grin was very much visible.
He wanted this fight, and he wanted it bad.
Chase felt a chill run down his spine, at the sight of the gladiator, wielding a massive battle axe that was somehow the length of the giant man.
First he questioned how they could even make a battle axe that big.
Then of course, he pressed his feet into the ground and shot forward with his newfound strength.
Chase shot through the air like a force of nature, and before he could have even blinked: His cobalt blade was about to meet the throat of his enemy.
However, to his surprise Gregor reacted swiftly, and knocked the boy through the air.
Sending him flying into one of the arena's walls.
A giant crater had formed, and Chase fell out of it and directly into the ground.
He cursed whatever god had sent him to such a fate, then he pushed himself up.
And figured he might as well make the show entertaining.
He let out a terrible laugh, that he thought would fit his character well.
It sounded like the demons of hell had been let out of their fiery abyss for the first time since their demise.
A wicked high pitched bellow left the empty black mouth that rested behind the needle teeth of the mask.
And then the crowd roared even louder.
"Death!!! Death to the Imperial!"
He hissed in a demonic voice, that gave him slight flashbacks of his battle with the Naga.
If the serpent could talk, that was what it would have sounded like.
Out of a sudden and terrible realization, Chase took his own blade and slit his own arm open.
He was being corrupted by the mask, and luckily the pain had somewhat woken him up.
For some unexplainable reason the mask had taken a dominant place within the boy's soul.
A faint growl was heard within his soul.
However, part of him wanted to let the mask take over for a minute or two.
Just to see what would happen.
And so he shot forward again, and this time met the Imperial at an equal pace.
His body was moving on its own, dancing around the violent thrashes of the battle axe.
Even though the man he was fighting was fully crazed and savage, he definitely knew what he was doing with that axe.
Chase jumped into the air, narrowly avoiding the sharpened blade of the golden weapon, as he felt it skim just passed his back with a horizontal slash.
He had ascended into the air, and felt his veins pulsing with power.
So he let loose.
Terrible onyx flames escaped from the mask's surface, smoking the area out like a cloud of death.
Chase pressed his feet against the halted axe's surface, and jumped through the smoke at the face of the Imperial.
Letting Hero's fang slice through the air, it met the savage's cheek.
Blood spilled through the air, and the man bellowed in rage.
Chase had landed on the thrashing man's shoulder, and brought his blade down once more.
The blade easily ripped through the surface of the man's armor.
Flesh tore open, and his blade had been planted giving him leverage in order to brace for the coming storm.
Gregor threw himself around in a pained onslaught, nearly grabbing Chase with his offhand.
When the man nearly grabbed him once, Chase figured it was time to get out of there.
So he pressed against the man's armor, and shot into the air above him.
There was no feeling like the one he currently got too feel.
He was suspended in the air, feeling as if time around him had stopped.
A loud crash was heard below him, as if the force of his energy dash had launched the savage directly into the ground.
But around him, was the entire scene of The Underbelly.
Thousands of people were roaring, and throwing things into the air in the vast distance.
The blue lights from the crystals seemed to be attracted to his very presence.
Chase let out an amazed gasp.
He turned toward the ground, only too realize he was probably eighty meters in the sky.
His heart skipped a beat, as he was still soaring.
Then something unbelievable happened.
He bent backwards, letting his feet press against the ceiling of The Underbelly.
It felt light, but dusts and rocks shook off of the cavern ceiling from the sheer force.
And he did the only thing that felt right.
He pushed off of it, leaving an echoing explosion in his wake as he soared to the ground at inexplainable speeds.