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The Arena was open again, and boy did I have my hopes up. I'd heard that the last matches were utterly epic. I saw the new lineup. Can't say I thought much, except when one of them walked in, the crowd went crazy. Then someone told me it was the Champion from last time. Now that was utterly amazing in itself. Most people don't come back for a second time. Looks like this guy wasn't 'Most people'. He had scars all over him, and just walked into the Arena alongside all the other gladiators like it was nothing. Like he did this every day. So when the gong sounds for people to take their positions, he goes and walks right into the center of the arena. I... He was a suicidal bastard. Only explanation. You were supposed to go to the walls so you could get weapons first. But this guy just walks into the dead center of the arena, facing the Main Box.
The crowd's going crazy now, telling him to come to the walls so they can use the weapons they woud give him. He just stands there, didn't even blink. And when the gong sounded to begin the Free-for all, it all went to shit. Well, not for him, that's what I meant. He just jumped into action. Like he was made for this. He goes and chops one's neck, twisting the neck of another, and then he picks up and throws another guy at a bunch of them that were clamouring and begging for the audience to give them weapons.
And you know what the crazy bastard says? Well, he says something in some kinda tongue I don't know, and a few people in the audience drop their jaws. Eventually it gets around that he said 'Arm my opposition, they will live longer.' The audience is a little bit insulted by this, so they start handing their wares down to the guys at the edge. One of the fighters throws a knife at him, but he just goes on and catches it. Catches it. With bare hands.
So then a guy who got a longsword starts charging at the crazy bastard. So he just goes on, flips the charging guy head over heels, and sinks the knife, which is a shitty melee weapon and is made for throwing by the way, into his 'opponent's neck. So he found a longsword now. We thought that was it, right then. But four big fighters managed to get Warhammers and Maces. And i'll be damned if this wasn't the best entertainment I have had all my life.
Damn, I can't even guess how he did it. Just stabs to the necks, slashes to guts, and he sticks the longsword through the stomach of the last one. So he manages to acquire a Warhammer, just like last time. Now, the others feel like they have no chance. I know I wouldn't. So they start taking off their helmets and attempt to resign. But the Consul just thumbs down and they turn back, begging and pleading to the crazy bastard. We'd think that these would be sixteen easy kills for him. But what does he do? He just shoulders the thing and walks forward, and bows a little to the surrendered ones. So one gets the idea to sneak around him and try going for his back. It was the last thing that fool did. The Champion spins around, and next thing we know there's one less competitor in the arena.
So the others are thanking him for sparing their lives, and he just casually walks back into the center of the Arena, just as the gates open and the shamed fighters are booed out. Still, we gave the guy a round of applause. It's not often that you see mercy nowadays. And... That's where it all went wrong.

I was standing in the center of the Arena when it happened. I bowed to the Consul with my Liegelady beside him, being the last gladiator alive and undefeated. So then the air turns purplish, and I turn to see some figure with hands crackling with some unholy energy channeling his foul magic into the air. So a purple flash of light appears. And out comes the most sick, twisted monstrosity I have ever seen.
Naturally, the civilians fled. Those who didn't manage to get away were killed. In a way, I had failed right there. I am the Guardian of these lands and these people. I should have been the first thing that monster faced. But instead of me beneath those spiked tentacles, it was innocent, unarmed, non-fighting civilians. I charged.
I remember. I remember the impact of my hammer hitting its skull and flesh. I remember being hit by those teeth. But they were nothing. Just a scratch. I kept on going.
I can't say I remember much of the fight. I got hit by the Sorcerer with some spell. I was hit again by the tentacle-things. But Those weren't much. Just bruises and scratches.
It charged, and I dodged as best I could. It ended up imbedded in the wall by its own spikes. I had thought that going up its back was a good idea. Turns out it was, It was remarkably easy to stay up behind its head. So I brought up my hammer, dropped the head down once on its head, and leapt up. I remember spinning in mid-air, and then I caught a glimpse of the thing's head being mauled by my hammer. I landed on my side, then rolled to a standing position. As best I could, anyway. It was staggering and stumbling now, and much weaker than before. So I walked forward and gave the last bits of my strength into sinking my hammer into its face. It gave a shudder, and dropped down.
Then I got hit on the head by something from the side. Something purple, and glowing. I remember flying through the air. I don't think I can remember hitting the ground.

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The Arena was open again, and boy did I have my hopes up. I'd heard that the last matches were utterly epic. I saw the new lineup. Can't say I thought much, except when one of them walked in, the crowd went crazy. Then someone told me it was the Champion from last time. Now that was utterly amazing in itself. Most people don't come back for a second time. Looks like this guy wasn't 'Most people'. He had scars all over him, and just walked into the Arena alongside all the other gladiators like it was nothing. Like he did this every day. So when the gong sounds for people to take their positions, he goes and walks right into the center of the arena. I... He was a suicidal bastard. Only explanation. You were supposed to go to the walls so you could get weapons first. But this guy just walks into the dead center of the arena, facing the Main Box.
The crowd's going crazy now, telling him to come to the walls so they can use the weapons they woud give him. He just stands there, didn't even blink. And when the gong sounded to begin the Free-for all, it all went to shit. Well, not for him, that's what I meant. He just jumped into action. Like he was made for this. He goes and chops one's neck, twisting the neck of another, and then he picks up and throws another guy at a bunch of them that were clamouring and begging for the audience to give them weapons.
And you know what the crazy bastard says? Well, he says something in some kinda tongue I don't know, and a few people in the audience drop their jaws. Eventually it gets around that he said 'Arm my opposition, they will live longer.' The audience is a little bit insulted by this, so they start handing their wares down to the guys at the edge. One of the fighters throws a knife at him, but he just goes on and catches it. Catches it. With bare hands.
So then a guy who got a longsword starts charging at the crazy bastard. So he just goes on, flips the charging guy head over heels, and sinks the knife, which is a shitty melee weapon and is made for throwing by the way, into his 'opponent's neck. So he found a longsword now. We thought that was it, right then. But four big fighters managed to get Warhammers and Maces. And i'll be damned if this wasn't the best entertainment I have had all my life.
Damn, I can't even guess how he did it. Just stabs to the necks, slashes to guts, and he sticks the longsword through the stomach of the last one. So he manages to acquire a Warhammer, just like last time. Now, the others feel like they have no chance. I know I wouldn't. So they start taking off their helmets and attempt to resign. But the Consul just thumbs down and they turn back, begging and pleading to the crazy bastard. We'd think that these would be sixteen easy kills for him. But what does he do? He just shoulders the thing and walks forward, and bows a little to the surrendered ones. So one gets the idea to sneak around him and try going for his back. It was the last thing that fool did. The Champion spins around, and next thing we know there's one less competitor in the arena.
So the others are thanking him for sparing their lives, and he just casually walks back into the center of the Arena, just as the gates open and the shamed fighters are booed out. Still, we gave the guy a round of applause. It's not often that you see mercy nowadays. And... That's where it all went wrong.

I was standing in the center of the Arena when it happened. I bowed to the Consul with my Liegelady beside him, being the last gladiator alive and undefeated. So then the air turns purplish, and I turn to see some figure with hands crackling with some unholy energy channeling his foul magic into the air. So a purple flash of light appears. And out comes the most sick, twisted monstrosity I have ever seen.
Naturally, the civilians fled. Those who didn't manage to get away were killed. In a way, I had failed right there. I am the Guardian of these lands and these people. I should have been the first thing that monster faced. But instead of me beneath those spiked tentacles, it was innocent, unarmed, non-fighting civilians. I charged.
I remember. I remember the impact of my hammer hitting its skull and flesh. I remember being hit by those teeth. But they were nothing. Just a scratch. I kept on going.
I can't say I remember much of the fight. I got hit by the Sorcerer with some spell. I was hit again by the tentacle-things. But Those weren't much. Just bruises and scratches.
It charged, and I dodged as best I could. It ended up imbedded in the wall by its own spikes. I had thought that going up its back was a good idea. Turns out it was, It was remarkably easy to stay up behind its head. So I brought up my hammer, dropped the head down once on its head, and leapt up. I remember spinning in mid-air, and then I caught a glimpse of the thing's head being mauled by my hammer. I landed on my side, then rolled to a standing position. As best I could, anyway. It was staggering and stumbling now, and much weaker than before. So I walked forward and gave the last bits of my strength into sinking my hammer into its face. It gave a shudder, and dropped down.
Then I got hit on the head by something from the side. Something purple, and glowing. I remember flying through the air. I don't think I can remember hitting the ground.