“Hahahaha! This thing is awesome!”

The mercenary was maintaining a bit of distance from me, as I stood there in the pillar of fire. He started whirling the morning star around like he was going to come after me, and then he swung it at me from the side. Paying attention to the path of the morning star, I reached my left hand out and grabbed it by the chain, bringing it to a sudden halt.

“What?!”

“Ah! Raising a hand to Chief? How dare you! Take this!”

“Hiyaaa!”

I held on tight and the Topak Family mercenaries all crowded around me, swinging at me with the weapons they had been given. Oh! How nice of them to gather up in a tidy little group for us!

“Humming, you ready?”

“Yup! All set!”

“Alright then!”

After jerking the chain and pulling the mercenaries closer, I grabbed Filo and . . . hurled her at them as hard as I could.

“Goooo!”

Filo activated haikuikku just as I threw her and then followed up with Spiral Strike, plowing into the Topak Family mercenaries.

“Uwaaaaa!!!”

Filo’s landing was showy, yet graceful. It was kind of like she had used a finishing move. She did look pretty cool. Her wings added to the elegance, too. Gasps were coming from the audience. Moments later, the Topak Family mercenaries fell to the ground, completely covered in lacerations.

That was Filo’s haikuikku-Spiral Strike combo, performed from my shoulders and bolstered by my Zweite Aura support magic. Even if our stats were only one-third of what they usually were, would they be able to withstand an attack like that?

“Huh? Is that all you’ve got? You must be a bunch of low-levels. This is what happens when you underestimate the coliseum.”

I flashed a cruel smile and made sure to speak loudly while trampling on the faces of our fallen enemies. The spectators had been speechless, but they must have liked that, because they erupted into cheers. I was still holding on to the bundle-of-fun morning star that created fire pillars.

That’s right . . . The only reason it ended so soon was because the opposing team lacked training. That’s the impression I was going for. Being high-level might have been a prerequisite, but what high-level meant would depend on the tournament. With no classes, the definition was unclear.

“Im . . . impossible . . .”

One of the enemies let out a groan.

“Shut him up.”

“Okaaay! Smash!”

“Ugh!”

Filo trampled on each of the Topak Family mercenaries, knocking them out cold. The match itself had gone smoother than I thought it would.

“We . . . we have a winner! Rock Valley’s Paaarrrtttyyyyyyyy!”

The announcer must have realized that the opponent’s team was done for, because he declared our victory. Just like I expected, being forced to either kill the opponent or render them unconscious sure was a hassle. I would have preferred knocking them out of bounds or something, but there was nothing like that in this tournament.

“Phew . . .”