Symbiote watched the little man fly away like a bird, his body disappearing into the brush with a distinct thud sound of where he landed. A grin of satisfaction crossed his face as he narrowed his eyes, chuckling. He was now able to pull the spear out of his gut with ease, twirling it in his hands as he debated on throwing it at the youth. Instead however a more sinister idea formed in his head. He rotated his wrist and brought the spear to his good hand, and held it at the ready as he moved forwards.

“Come on out little froggy,” The demon taunted as he neared where he dumped the boy. As he was about to close in on the dry land, he saw movement fly upwards and in a dazzling display of athletics Symbiote watched him leap all the way from the ground to the top of the net of vines, branches, and leaves. He looked to the spot and the distance he managed and with a low whistle of impressed feelings he shook his head. “Maybe froggy is aptly used,” he muttered dryly.

He advanced forwards in a full stride now, the last of the water falling off him like rain. To be free from the murky waters actually was a freeing feeling, his feet slapping against the dry rock as the dirt felt nice and crinkly under his toes. He moved towards one of the few tress that actually grew vertically in this blasted swamp and with a snarl he lifted his hands up and slammed his talons into the bark. They dug into the wood solidly enough for the demon to be happy, and with his other hand he slammed the spear a bit higher than his other hand, jumping to do so as his clawed toes raked the rotting tree. Shavings fell off in clumps as he started to crawl/climb up the tree quickly. The higher he got the less wet wood there was. His talons ached to be abused to badly, and at twenty five feet they refused to dig into the tree anymore. Still, he was high enough that he was hitting the taller branches that created enough of a platform for him to get his bearings correctly situated.

The stench of the bog was the first huge change. Being higher elevated the stench now lingered only to what he had brought with him from the brown depths. He could hear birds chatting away as they darted in and out of trees, the central net entanglement like the port hub. It was there he found the boy looking around slowly, his eyes moving in a very methodical manner. He lifted one hand out carefully, then retracted it only to bring out his other hand just to grasp a branch correctly and Symbiote wondered just exactly how much damage the boy took from his mule like kick.

Still, this was a tournament after all and the demon had no intentions of going easy. The fact his opponent was now acting slow and showing signs of mental trauma meant nothing more to him than the casual breeze against his skin. In fact, if nothing else, the boy now had a giant bullseye painted on his body. When Symbitoe reached the top and managed to walk onto the ceiling net, he let out a wet leopard like growl, drool dripping down his maw and falling all the way to the depths below. His eyes zeroed in on the youth and he carefully pulled the spear to the front in one hand like a barbaric tribal.

The young lad had little in terms of movement, and even as the demon neared him he still showed no signs of life. Ensuring the boy had no more secret tricks up his sleeve, the demon at last broke into a trot, bounding from branch to branch as he roared loudly like a tiger on the hunt. He brought the spear back over head and tossed it forwards, sticking the bark that his foe stood on startling him. With one white knuckle punch at the ready he made the last jump, moving to the opponent’s left. He did not dodge in the right direction, moving inwards when he should have moved outwards, and Symbitoe’s fist connected hard with the boy’s stomach. He spat out liquid that sprayed all over the vines and leaves, doubling over as Symbiote snarled twirling to stand right behind the bent over child.

The demon grabbed him by his somewhat curled, matted hair and jerked hard to the right, causing him to turn violently as his other fist came in and walloped him a good one in the jaw with a haymaker. With little fanfare he collapsed out of the monsters grip, dropping to the netting below and rolling near the edge of the longest horizontal branch left before the plunge to the disgusting depths below. Symbiote stalked him carefully from his now elevated, walking with a hunter’s grace as he knelt down and freed the spear from its prison, getting ready to deal the final blow.