I, the slave boy, awaken with the most potent seed!!

[Oh joy, another round of the old man\'s contraptions. You might have just been lucky the last time, I do hope it doesn\'t explode. Or turn you into a frog. Or both.]

Despite Calista\'s sarcasm, the suit materialized around Zafron, encasing him in a second skin of advanced technology.

He settled into a fighting stance, eyes locked on his monstrous opponent.

The Butcher\'s lips curled into a sneer, his metallic jaw glinting in the harsh arena lights.

Without warning, the blade protruding from his arm burst into green flames, the heat so intense Zafron could feel it from across the arena.

[Well, that\'s new,] Calista quipped. [Perhaps he\'s trying to make slime fondue?]

"Not helping, Calista," Zafron gritted out, tensing as the Butcher charged.

The massive man moved with surprising speed, his flaming blade raised high for a killing blow. Zafron ducked at the last second, feeling the whoosh of superheated air as the blade passed overhead.

From the sidelines, Matilda gasped, her hands clasped over her mouth.

Sakura leaned forward, her eyes narrowed in concentration. "Come on, Zafron," she muttered. "You\'re better than this. Show him what you\'ve got."

Before Zafron could regain his footing, the Butcher swung downward. Zafron rolled, the blade missing him by a hair\'s breadth. The ground where he\'d been sizzled and smoked.

Seizing a brief opening, Zafron lashed out, his fist encased in hardened slime. It connected solidly with the Butcher\'s face, the impact resonating through the arena. But to Zafron\'s shock, the Butcher barely flinched.

"What the hell?" Zafron breathed, eyes wide.

[It seems our dance partner is built of sterner stuff, my lord. Might I suggest a new strategy? Perhaps ...?]

\'Shut...\'

Before Zafron could retort, the Butcher\'s blade flashed towards him. On instinct, Zafron caught it with his slime-covered hand. The heat was intense, causing the slime to bubble and hiss, but it held.

"Holy shit," Zafron muttered, feeling the blade\'s edge through his defenses. "How sharp is this thing?"

Realizing the danger, Zafron shoved the blade aside and delivered a powerful kick to the Butcher\'s midsection. The larger man stumbled back, nearly losing his footing.

From outside the ring, Draco\'s voice rose above the crowd\'s roar. "What are you waiting for? He should be a smear on the ground by now! End this before it starts!"

Zafron\'s mind raced, analyzing the situation. Something was off. Why was Draco so impatient?

[Perhaps he has a pressing engagement? A tea party with the other psychopaths, perhaps?]

"Not now, Calista," Zafron hissed, eyes locked on his opponents.

Draco\'s next words chilled Zafron to the bone. "Use the secret move, you idiot!"

The Butcher nodded, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he turned back to Zafron. He clenched his fist, the gauntlet Draco had given him earlier glinting ominously.

"End of the line, boy," the Butcher growled, his voice like gravel in a blender.

[Oh good, more cryptic threats. How refreshing.]

"I\'m not going down that easy," Zafron shot back, steadying himself.

The Butcher lunged, but instead of using his blade, he swung with his gauntleted fist. Zafron blocked, the impact jarring his arm. Before he could recover, another punch came, faster and more brutal than the last.

Zafron flew backward, skidding across the arena floor. He sprang up immediately, but his legs felt wobbly.

"Come on, Zafron!" Sakura\'s voice cut through the chaos. "You\'ve got this! Remember your training!"

Matilda\'s face at that moment looked like that of someone who had crashed their car and had no insurance. "Be careful!" she cried out, her voice cracking with emotion.

The Butcher advanced, frustration evident in his twisted features. Zafron, seizing the initiative, feinted left before launching a devastating kick to the Butcher\'s right side.

The impact sent the larger man sprawling. Zafron pressed his advantage, moving in for a finishing blow.

But the Butcher, belying his massive size, sprang to his feet with surprising agility. He cracked his neck, eyes burning with murderous intent.

"Nice try, kid," he snarled. "But playtime\'s over."

Draco leaned in, his voice low but carrying in the tense silence. "Use the damn secret weapon already!"

The Butcher\'s response sent a chill down Zafron\'s spine. "I\'m trying! Something\'s wrong. It must be the slime."

Zafron\'s mind raced. Secret weapon? What were they talking about? His eyes darted around to see anything.... suspicious, but there was nothing except the gauntlet on the Butcher\'s hand. Could that be it?

[Curiouser and curiouser, my lord. Perhaps we should ask nicely for a demonstration?]

Ignoring Calista\'s quip, Zafron refocused on the fight. The Butcher charged again, his blade a green blur of deadly flame.

Zafron sidestepped, the blade grazing his suit. The material held, but he could feel the intense heat through his defenses.

Seizing an opening, Zafron threw a punch, but the Butcher caught his fist mid-air. Fear gripped Zafron as he braced for a retaliating blow, but instead, the Butcher shoved his arm aside and delivered a devastating punch to Zafron\'s face.

The world spun as Zafron hit the ground hard. The impact wasn\'t as bad as he\'d expected, but a strange weakness was spreading through his body.

[I don\'t mean to alarm you, my lord, but something is very wrong here.]

Before Zafron could respond, the Butcher was on him, pinning him to the ground with his massive weight.

"End of the line, boy," the Butcher growled, his metallic jaw twisting into a horrific grin.

Zafron struggled to move, but his limbs felt like lead. The Butcher\'s gauntleted fist then came down hard, the impact resonating through Zafron\'s skull. But it was what happened next that truly terrified him.

The surface of the gauntlet seemed to linger on his face, and Zafron felt his strength draining away. The slime covering his body began to fade, dissolving into nothingness.

"What... what\'s happening?" Zafron gasped, his voice barely a whisper.

The Butcher\'s laugh was like steel scraping against stone. "You\'re being drained, boy. Every ounce of your power."

\'Being drained? Never heard of something of that sort!\'

Zafron\'s vision began to blur, his consciousness fading. He could hear Matilda screaming his name, Sakura shouting something he couldn\'t make out. But it all seemed so far away.

The crowd noise at that point, chanting the butcher\'s name was all that he could hear.

[My lord! You must fight this! Whatever that gauntlet is doing, it\'s stealing your essence. Your very being!]

But Zafron could barely process Calista\'s words. His world had narrowed to the terrifying visage of the Butcher looming over him, and the inexorable pull of the gauntlet draining his life away. And what was worse, it felt eerily familiar.

\'Almost like...like limbo,\' the feeling he felt caused this thought to cross his mind for a second.

As darkness began to creep in at the edges of his vision, Zafron had one last, desperate thought: \'This can\'t be how it ends. Not like this. Not here.\'

But the darkness continued to close in, and Zafron felt himself slipping away, powerless to stop it.

Suddenly, a menu appeared before his eyes:

[Critical hit sustained]

[Would you like to deploy countermeasures?]

Still struggling, Zafron muttered, \'No, do it when I\'m less busy!!\' Zafron retorted in his head.

[Confirmed, countermeasures delayed]

\'What the...do I really need to say I need help here?\'

\'Just deploy it already!\'