Who could blame a man for wanting to add some spice in a boring life? The guards were turning away people, but he had his ways of persuasion. Still, the man was himself eager for some action. Even better, Alea did not have to survive minotaurs’ assault, as they were sorted away into another group. The public always wanted more blood, and so the administration decided to host two Battles Royale. He did not need more attention than he already had.Īlea not getting into the the tournament instantly did not serve their plans well. He was dressed in long black robes, adjourned with black raven feathers and patterns of eagle eyes. The arena was already overflowing with the spectators, and yet more tried to come in. After all, her success or failure would determine the future of her people. Even without a dummy, she had to try to warm up as much as she could. At least she had the time for one last training. Everyone was flocking to the Arena, for the battle of the bigger races. There were a few drunkards, a few idle dwarves, cats and dogs, but not much else. The street where her so-called accommodation, but, in essence, a prison, was located, was one of the smaller ones in the city, so it was not surprising it was emptier than she initially expected. It was not a show of skill or strength: it was a chaotic bloodbath, where nothing mattered except for how long you could hide before being dismembered. Killing a titan, a Necromancer, clearing bandit camps, whatever else.īut this? Rejected, and then being thrown into a dishonorable slaughter that was their so-called “Battle Royale”? This was the most treacherous thing Alea assumed could happen to her in the tournament. After all, there were other ways of proving her worth. She may have dealt with simple rejection of her admission to the tournament. The room, dark, moist and filthy, held only one person. He raises his bloody spear in the air and screams: "For the Revolution! For the Republic!"Ī little bit before the first Battle Royale. This one will be one to watch the rest of the tournament!Ĭomrade Bull stands calm, watching the crowds. The crowd goes INSANE chanting for Comrade Bull! He took 11 lives easily, and only suffered a fractured and cut left hand, and some small fractures to his upper spine. They have been pounding his unconscious body for 10 minutes.Ĭomrade Bull kills Bugo Goozeburial with a spear to the headĬomrade Bull kills Asterio Dio with a spear to the headĬomrade Bull kills Bob with a spear to the headĬomrade Bull kills Vilkar with a spear, seperating his torsoĬomrade Bull kills Ned with a spear to the head. Bob and Asterio Dio will have to share the kill. Lolum Tharnas is awarded the kill after making mincemeat out of Leons torso with "Betsy"īugo Goozeburial kills Bambi II with a spear to the headĬomrade Bull kills Bigtooth The Sasquatch with a spear to the headīugo Goozeburial kills Garry with a spear to the headĬomrade Bull kills Gavin the Vengeful with a spear to headĬomrade Bull kills Vuknud with a spear to the headīugo Goozeburial kills Lolum Tharnas with a spear to the head Leon kills Tulok the fist with a spear, seperating his torsoĬomrade Bull kills Bigger Lincoln with a spear to the head Leon kills Xihpa Musadasan with a spear to the head Usir Kekath-Berdan is awarded the kill after cutting off her left lower arm with his great axe.Ĭomrade Bull proves Snarl the Immortal was not immortal with a spear to the headīugo Goozeburial kills Usir Kekath-Berdan with a spear to the head Bigger Lincoln is awarded the kill after stabbing her repeatedly and carrying around her dismembered left foot. Gavin the Vengeful is awarded kill after cutting off Reginalds right hand with his spear
Urg kills Mittens with his iron battle axe, cleaving his chestĬomrade Bull kills Moose Cannon with a spear to the head Gavin the Vengeful kills Lamb Dirtlemon with a spear to the head The Arena Masters gives the signal to start the killing:īigger Lincoln kills Deacon the Assassin with a spear to the head
The gladiators are forced in to the crowded arena.
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