Private Finished Watch a Hater Hate Me

Broen sat in his corner, behind a metal gate. He was blasting music on his phone, hyping himself up for this fight.

I'm living' in that 21st century
Doing something mean to it
Do it better than anybody you ever seen do it
Screams from the haters, got a nice ring to it
I guess every superhero need his theme music...

The gate opened up and he left his phone behind so that he could walk out into the arena. The stands we're pretty barren, but he could see Adrastia and Kaiju. Come to see if he got his ass kicked, obviously. Or, more likely, to see him kick ass. He was glad he could entertain.

Broen cracked his neck and grinned like a maniac as Altizica entered from the other side of the arena. The bastard was just smiling. Broen was pretty sure he could wipe that fuckin look off of his face. The night air was chilly, which would help him, at least in phase one. Broen snapped his fingers and a ball of ice started forming in the air, hidden behind his back and barely as big as a dime for now. He'd need a few minutes to make it big enough to be useful. Luckily he had other tricks up his sleeve. "Don't call me kiddo. I hope you're ready to disband your cult after this."

Broen's grin widened. "You are one ugly motherfucker. Aight, we doin' this I guess."

In response to Altizica's transformation, Broen went through his own. He grew to nearly ten feet tall and his skin turned to steel scales. His hands and feet grew long, dagger-like claws as his clothes grew and shifted to accommodate his new form.

Once he was shifted, Brown took a somewhat defensive stance. He was going to let Altizica make the first real move, and them breathe fire directly onto him when he came in close.

Broen leapt to the side as Altizica ran at him and exhaled, sending out a cone of fire at the Eldritch. He kept the slowly growing ball of ice behind him, out of his opponent's view as he moved.

Broen held back, stopping his breath when he saw Altizica roll away. His throat hurt from that one and he groaned a bit. Right. Not fireproof. At this close range, he opted for a different tactic. His metal scales raised and extended, becoming a layer of long spikes all over his body.