Tough Guys - Part 2

Warning: this gets a little intense!

Queue the bullet time.
The sounds of the arena drift into the distance as Achilles and I circle closer; eyes locked, muscles tensed.
I fake a jab to the right and step in with a left hook. Catching my fist in mid-air, he punches me in the nose, sending me reeling into the ropes.
The world is spinning, but I'm not slowing down. I use the ropes for momentum and swing back towards him.
He ducks low as I make for his head, unleashing a two-punch combo to my rib cage. The crowd gasps collectively.
I crumple to the floor, deprived of breath and orientation.
Moments later I’m on my feet, staggering towards my foe.
Achilles is provoked to speech.
“Who are you?”
Fear my triumphant laugh.
“I am the sun, my daisy!”
I grit my teeth as hands viciously grab my shoulder and thigh. Achilles lifts me high into the air and tosses me into the post on the opposite corner of the ring.
The pain is blinding, but I'm not stopping now. I regain a foot, half lunging, half swaying towards him.
“I am the breeze, my sweet carnation!”
An uppercut to my chin sends me crashing back into the post.
I scramble to my feet again, leaving a few teeth on the floor.
My eyes are black. My nose is a mess. I shuffle towards Achilles like one of the living dead.
The crowd gapes in deathly silence.
“Stop this madness!” the sickened warrior pleads.
“I am the rain, my thoft thunflower!”
Knuckles are the last thing I see.

The lights are out, but I’m still home. A tiny speck of blue flickers somewhere in front of me.
The speck looms large, growing until I find myself high above the clouds on the summit of a snow-capped mountain. The sun is bright. The air is thin and cool. Looking up, I watch a small meteorite burn up in the atmosphere. Looking down, I make out the shape of an eagle soaring straight up towards me.
The eagle thinks it’s some kind of rocket, zooming right past me and up into the blue. I hear it call out as it passes by.
“Follow me!”
I leap up after it and don’t come down. I gain more momentum the further up I go, but the echo of a noisy crowd reaches my ear from somewhere down below.
I remember. I smile. I allow myself to fall back down.

As I break past the clouds, my eyes open and the arena ceiling comes into focus.
My body is still slick with sweat, but it feels like some kind of electric current is coursing through my veins.
I sit up straight.
Achilles has his back to me, his fist raised in victory. Only moments have passed.
I stand to my feet as a hush falls over the crowd.
Achilles freezes. Slowly, he turns.
A quiver underlines his voice as he asks the question for the second time.
“Who are you?”
Marvel at my regal bow.
“Imagination, my daffodil. I am the thinker; you are the thought.”
I wonder if I’m glowing, because the look on his face reminds me of an animal caught in the headlights of a car.
Without a word, he leaps over the side of the ring and breaks for the door.
The crowd goes wild, but I don’t chase him...
I’ve got a date with the sky.