Today marks quite a day for the Atlantean history. The duel of a lifetime for all to witness. Yes. Namor arranged it so that all the Kingdom would witness such an event. A Clash of Kings...nothing could be more entertaining. But more importantly, for morale King Namor does this. He has the full support of his people, while Orin--who may be King--is seen as an outsider; his Atlantean blood means little to the people; he is not one of them.
"Are you ready, Orin? I had hoped you spent your night resting for today, rather trotting back and forth in worry, of how you will meet Defeat today."
"The only thing I am going to meet today, Namor...is Victory at its finest."
There is no cannon fired to start the match, it is started only by whomever attacks first. The two swim around, both ready to attack and counter, and both determined. The ocean is calm, today; the tide...tranquil. Namor is the first to strike.
He comes at Orin with his speed, only to miss his first attack by Orin swift evade maneuvering. Using the whiplash of his dodge, Orin swims back around with his legs, kicking Namor in the back. Namor turns in fury, and chases after his opponent.
"This is how you choose to fight me? By toying and running away from me?"
"It is the only way to make the fight evenly matched! Why, you're so slow!"
Orin smirks, and Namor only gets even angrier, and picks up his speed attempting to grab his target by the foot. But alas, Orin yet again flips, and this time elbows Namor hard on the shoulder, causing him to fall downward. As Orin attempts to make an attack, he miscalculates the quickness of Namor's recovery, and is met with a brutal uppercut to the jaw by Namor's ascension.
The two are practically evenly matched, each bearing little, but still bearing, advantages. It will be a long fight, and it will be an ugly one. Both are determined to win. Namor fights for his honor and pride, and the pride of his people. Orin fights for justice, for the Fire Trolls. Should he lose, they will be slaughtered like animals. No being deserves such cruel consequences.
"I'd say, I'm mildly impressed!"
"Oh really, and why is that so?"
"You're lasting a lot longer than I imagined!"
Smirking yet again after his insult, Orin swims away, and Namor grows even more irritated and tired of his antics. It is a smart move Orin makes, using Namor's anger against him in this battle, but only so long as he keeps Namor's fists at bay and away from him.
Orin abruptly stops swimming, and looks down at Namor. Namor pulls his arm back as he swims up to his target, yet Orin merely floats still. As Namor makes contact, Orin catches his fist, and the two ascend with great speed from the collision. The two are now struggling to overpower the other, their hands clenched in one other's. Namor starts to show superiority as Orin winces slightly, that is until Orin headbutts Namor in the face, breaking the two apart. He then tries to knee Namor in the chest, only for Namor to catch his leg, and pull him close and lay a brutal punch at Orin's throat.
"AACCCKK!"
Orin grabs his throat, and floats backward as Namor floats with a grin on his face. He has made first blood, and he is proud. Orin coughs out some blood, and waves it away from his face as the water deluges it, spreading the particles away.
"You Western Atlanteans are so fragile..."
"Western Atlanteans? What happened to our people being one?"
"That was before I realized how weak their King is. Then I concluded that to affiliated my people to your dead ones would simply be...well, there is no better word for pathetic, is there?"
"Showing sympathy, is not a sign of weakness. Nor is admitting one's own hindrances and embracing it to improve and get better."
"How untrue. It only shows your incompetence. I'll give you a chance, Orin. Stand down and admit defeat."
Images of the Fire Trolls, who dwell in the Great Divide each through his mind. He sees the guards who watch them, and who probably abuse them, and then he sees himself, swimming downward with Namor and his council not too far behind. He finally sees Namor give him the signal for execution, and his fists start to clench. Such a vision is not one he can let pass.
"...No. Not incompetence."
Orin kicks his legs backwards, and practically disappears into the darkness of the ocean. Namor floats there, folding his arms in confusion. Orin has...forfeited? So easily? It was merely a test! Clearly he has no right to--
"AAAARRGGGHH!!"
Orin swims past Namor, make a vital blow on Namor's back as he does. He disappears into the deep yet again. This time Namor floats ready and in defense, just waiting for Orin to appear yet again. He hears swimming, and naturally assumes Orin to be attack from his left this time, and turns, only to get uppercutted in the jaw from below.
"ARRRGGGHH!!!"
Orin is using his speed to even the odds for his lack of strength. It does not fall too far below Namor's own, however Namor has a much higher level of durability. But now, his superior durability counts for nothing. Orin doesn't trick him once again, he clearly lets Namor show where he is coming from.
"You were saying something about...what was that, again?"
Namor swims forth to tackle Orin and they collide into the side of one of the many underwater caves. Namor has his hands clenched around Orin's throat, and Orin tries to get free, prying off Namor's hands. When all else fails, Orin brings his arms up, and Orin slams down with both fists at Namor's head, causing Namor to pummel to the dirt below. Orin descends, and lets his guard down as Namor takes his time to recover from the blow. Namor wipes the blood from his mouth, and to his amazement, he grits his teeth.
"Very good, Orin. You are finally starting to show some spine. I'd take it, what is it those surface dwellers say...'the gloves are off'?"
"You bet."