The first attempt

There's not so much as an acknowledgement muttered to Nexon, whom he had sparred with before and found lacking in strength to say the least. If at all, he might prove useful in dividing the Neries' attention for even a moment.

The Ookami's poor excuse for a strategy sends him hurtling through the air directly toward Vek'nel, the less spiritually gifted of the contenders seeing their only chance in overwhelming the current champion of the ring with sheer physical force.

He swings broad and true, the polearm he had inartfully dubbed simply as the 'Harvester' reaching his enemy time and time again. Yet no matter how many times he cut, it never seemed to stick-- both rewinding of time and the abomination's lesser known abilities rendering him impervious to lasting damage.

Amyas evades as best he can when it seems best, but it was only a matter of time; weariness and harm afflicted accumulates, whereas Vek'nel simply did not seem to tire even a little. Nexon's harassment simply does nothing, not even worth the Neries' attention until the Ookami was subdued.

He had been driven to his knees, a lack of stamina being a particular weakness. It was not to be over yet though; the image of Kunat's sneering face touches his consciousness, a gritting of his teeth and the beginnings of a black rage welling up within.

The Ookami stands once more, a dangerous glint in his eyes as he prepares to do battle once more; mana infuses lean muscles, a stronger uplifting force of air manipulation raising him off the ground entirely.
(Amyas)
Incredible strength, his eyes were fixed on Nexon Vek'nel and trembled, but this time it was not fear but excitement; "Hahahaha" the other Nexon consciousness had taken control after witnessing all that power.

Nexon clasped her hands as strong as you can, his dark aura increased, the fire in his left hand beamed as strong as you can, and his right hand fell into deep darkness "Maybe a good sacrifice hiahahahaha..." A laugh that resembled one hyena, but more frightening.

He joined his hands, the fire in the darkness, it was like the representation of himself, a fiery and full call of hope wrapped in a great darkness that tormented him.

"Come, come, I'm not as wimpy few minutes ago" 'Apostle ... Will you be mine "Nexon then feel a headache for a moment, but back to focus on Vek'nel.
(Nexon Salazar)
	The aftermath of the battle was bloody, hard fought and let Vek'nel painting. This wolfkin did fight well none the less.. reminded him of Ava. He would give a bow to the wolfkin as his influence would close his wounds and his ichor would stay to him instead of the arena floor. It would seem they have tested this Neries sufficiently enough with the crowds roaring of approval. They wanted him to do a speech? Sure speaking was his thing being a Keeper but he did not know what to do for a victory speech but he would try his best.

"*Ahem* You have tested me, as the Dreamer tests all of us, sending warrior after warrior that I put down with ease and now I stand before you. Vek'nel, keeper and victor and I say to the wolfkin that fought me.." He would look at Amyas. "It was a good battle." Looking back to the crowd and the others that had fought him. "But for the others they are weak, helpless creatures that have little point to be brought in front of me to fight, they are not worth my time to even slew at this point of time."

"So I warn all of those watching and fighting do not treat me as a slave but for who I am, a proud Neries who strength and ability is unmatched by many, if not. I'll make sure you're sorry that you ever thought you could do otherwise."
(Vek'nel)
As for the Lionheart who stood by the stands, he had to act in accordance to the crowd. Silence overcame the arena, with the appearence of the noble's still palm. All fingers except the noble's thumb twirled inwards, displaying a single thumb. The aforementioned finger was then jabbed upwards, in accordance to the crowd's applauds. Cheers were shouted overhead and flowers were tossed out to the fighters.

Mathayus was one among those who clapped, yet he began to motion for the staircase. As he entered the sands of the arena, the Lionheart motioned for Vek'nel's side. With his short stature, he'd attempt to reach for the Neries sleeve. A tight grasp was held over the gladiator's arm, before it was tossed up in triumph.

"THE VICTOR. Vek'nel! The new champion of the Lion's den. He is no longer forced to be a gladiator, but one of choice! No longer will he be placed in a cell, but free to roam in the mansion. WE APPLAUD A FREE MAN; A CHAMPION BORN A STONE'S THROW FROM OUR CASTLE. THE NERIES, VEK'NEL!" With the dramatic speech, the Lionheart beckoned for guards to arrive. A small cape was brought with them; evidence of Vek'nel's achievements.
(Mathayus Lionheart)
In the midst of battle with Neries, Nexon found himself shaken, the headache had returned, his thirst for a high-power the Mantia standing fight fighting, but inside it was as if he squirm, he was weak because of all use of his power "Do not resist ... I will dominate him sooner or later... bellial... apostle..."

Nexon had failed to fight with all its strength because of that voice, he had lost miserably even if your Oscuri side has fought with his bloodlust.

After Nexon fight just passing out, but in less than 10 seconds it up again 'That guy, he passed out, what the voice is doing with it? If it falls, I'll fall too, need to find out who would be the voice and why I am hearing as soon as possible, but before I get out of here. '

Nexon then looks at Neries; 'Dammit, I'm too weak, everyone can beat me, I'll never get to my goals that way, I need to get stronger. 'Nexon removes his helmet. "Tsk, damn, sorry if I could not help you much Amyas."

Nexon then looks to the lion, hoping the luck of Nexon will help you stay alive.
(Nexon Salazar)