Continuing on... Cuz we're rolling (rolling) Rolling(rolling) rolling down the (insert here) forgot the lyrics... It's an old song. Fletch shot one of his arrows. Otto simply caught it in his hand, and threw it on the ground. The arrow dispersed. Fletch took the opportunity and attacked, this time from closer range. Otto tried dodging it, but as it got inches from his face, the arrow exploded. The smoke cleared. Fletch squinted, and saw the form of Otto on the ground, his white armor burned by the explosion. Fletch knew that this was a bit too easy. He approached the figure, just to see that it was a reflection of light. He barely dodged the claw that almost went through his head. Fletch, moving like a bullet, disappeared and reappeared right behind Otto. He strung his bow, and fired the arrow. In that very millisecond Otto disappeared again. They went back and forth, one trying to get advantage over the other. Otto's full speed was barely enough to keep up with fletch. Otto was already exhausted, but he could not show weakness. Not now, not ever. He stopped in his tracks. Fletch also stopped, curious as to what Otto would do next. Otto bit off his claws and, crunching on them as if they were nothing, gestured to fletch. Fletch, understanding, dropped the bow, which disappeared as it left his hands. Now they were ready for real battle. Both Otto and fletch were glowing, radiating with power. The rest of the fighters stopped and watched, fear clear in their eyes. The entire fortress shook as Otto and fletch launched themselves at each other.