11 Years Later.........

It was the day of his first fight within the pit. A feeling of anxiety ran within his body as he sat in the waiting cell tightening the gauntlets on his arms, he knew this was life and death, in the pit, only one rule existed, kill or be killed. Cornelius approached him with a smile on his face telling him to remember that not only humans are limited to fight in the pit and that if the boy was pitted against a monster that he should keep his composure and think carefully within the fight as it meant life and death. The man's words calmed the boy down and little by little the feeling of anxiety began to leave his body.

"Your fight will start soon, just remember Jason and I will be rooting for you," Cornelius told the boy as he left his cell.

His turn had come and it was time to fight, quickly he put on his cuirass, strapped his sword to his waist and finally put on his helmet. It was a helmet he had received from Cornelius as a gift for his first fight, the helmet resembled that of a Corinthian helmet except the only parts exposed were the eyes and nothing else could be seen. As the gate opens he makes his way into the pit and the gates shut right after. The pit was a relatively big area around 60 meters in diameter enclosed by steel fencing around 40 meters tall with magic imbued into the steel fencing and a dome like barrier covering the top of the pit to prevent monsters and the fighters from escaping.

There were 3 areas located above the pit made of marble being suspended in the air by magic were rows filled with benches for seating, 2 of these areas were for the general audience, they were located to the left and the right and finally, one area was located in the center, this was for the people of high class and status and they were given the best possible view of the fights being closer to the pit yet still outside the range of the pit's barrier allowing them to witness the bloodshed up close within safety. There was, however, an alternate purpose to the positioning of these areas, it was specifically designed to make the viewers look down upon the men to give them the feeling that they were better than those fighting within the pit.

All 3 areas were filled to the max and the cheering and loud screams were almost to the point of being deafening.

An old man came to the front of the center area facing the crowd and began to shout.

"Today is a special day as we introduce a new fighter in the Pit, he goes by the nickname of The Demons Child and today in his debut match he will be fighting an ogre, so sit back and enjoy the fight!"

Fighters of the pit were often asked to choose a name to give the announcer before entering the pit but as the boy possessed no name this was the only thing that he could consider to be a name.

It was the worst possible outcome for his first fight, he was up against a beast which he knew nothing about.

Emerging from the other end of the pit was a woman in robes and a beast around 4 meters tall, it possessed dark gray skin, an overly sized jaw with 2 huge canine teeth emerging from each end of the mouth, it possessed a big body but the stomach stood out the most it was big and was covered in what looked to be animal fur. So this was an ogre, it was intimidating as it possessed a club in it's right arm but right now it was docile.The woman had put it under a spell to make it docile and follow her instructions, as she exited through the gate she released the spell. The boy immediately took up a defensive stance with his sword looking at the ogre.

After a few seconds, the ogre retained its consciousness. The ogre had a confused look on it's face but the sight of the boy's sword in his arm just off instinct already told it what was about to happen.

Taking a deep breath, the boy ran towards the ogre, he was fast but not as fast he should have been, the armor added alot of weight, it was a decent tradeoff, speed for defense, all the years of physical training and manual labor he endured came to pass, he was in peak physical prowess.

The first thing to do was to bring the ogre down was to go for the knees as it stood towering over him with more than twice his height, it should be a simple task, running in a straight line, he immediately changed directions towards the left side of the ogre thus avoiding arm with the club and ran behind. At a blinding speed, he sliced at the back of the kneecap of the ogre..........................it didn't cut through the thick skin of the ogre, that would cost him.

It was fast, his eyes couldn't follow it, the ogre had already turned around and swatted him like a fly, he couldn't see the arm of the ogre as it made contact. For something of that size to have that kind of speed was impressive but it was no time to be impressed. He rolled about 10 meters on the ground. Attempting to get back up he felt a sharp pain by his ribcage, around 3 of his ribs were broken on the right side of his body. On his knees a feeling of nausea accommodated this pain, and before he knew it he was coughing blood. That kind of power should not have been taken lightly. If he had not been wearing a cuirass the fight would have already been over.

It was painful just to move but he wasn't in a position to lie around. The beast charged with it's club swinging, the arc of the swing would be too great, it would be impossible to dodge at a point blank range. Thinking about it the only logical decision would be to charge at the beast and in the time taken for the beast's arm to swing the club was to dive in between the beast's legs thus emerging at its back.

With the adrenaline pumping throughout his body. He ran toward the beast, as the arm of the ogre fell back to gain momentum for the swing he did a combat roll between the legs emerging facing the back side of the beast. The swing had completely missed, and now the behinds of the kneecaps were exposed. If slicing couldn't penetrate the skin then how about a piercing attack. Focusing his strength like an archer pulling back a bow, the striations in his muscles began to show, thrusting forward with all the power he could muster, it penetrated the skin but the boy wasn't finished, with the sword already in place behind the joint of the knee he launched a powerful kick at the hilt of the sword driving the sword through the kneecap emerging from the other side. The ogre gave a loud scream and fell to it's knees with blood spewing hitting the boy's helmet. Pulling out the sword quickly, he ran back about 15 meters to put distance between himself and the ogre. It was clearly enraged, it tried to get up but that kneecap was done for and it fell back to it's knees.

He had done it, it had brought the ogre to it's knees. However, it was difficult now to even approach the ogre, it began swinging it's club like a wild beast in it's stationary position as a form of defense. He could've waited for the opportunity that would present itself when the beast got tired, but it was hard to predict how long it would take for that to occur.

The previous combat roll, thrust, and kick had taken a lot out of his body and he was borderline on the verge of collapsing. This was it, all or nothing, while the adrenaline was pumping keeping him awake. He quickly loosened the gauntlet on his left arm and placed his sword into his right arm. The speed of the beast's swings was gradually getting slower. He walked up within 4 meters outside the beast's range and assumed a standing runners start. Throwing the gauntlet at the beast's face at a great speed the beast blocked with both arms out of pure instinct. During that time the boy had begun sprinting, as the beast lowered it's arms to see the position of the enemy, as it caught sight, there he was midair coming straight at it. Using the momentum from the sprint the boy had leapt at the ogre.

The ogre's mouth opened wide and made a loud growl in an effort to make the boy lose his composure but it could not deter him. The boy could not miss this chance originally he had planned to go for the eyes but with an opportunity like this.............taking every last ounce of force he could generate and the momentum from the leap he thrusted the sword into it's mouth. The sword emerged through the back of the beast's head with blood gushing. It was dead. As the beast's body fell to the ground, he dismounted himself off the beast and stood there looking at the crowd with the blood dripping from his blade.

The crowd went wild, they couldn't contain their excitement.

"Wowwwwwwwwwwwwwww, what a debut match, I'm sure the crowd is extremely pleased, can we give him an extra round of applause, the Demon's Child everyone!" said the announcer.

People began to chant his name. He began to limp towards the exit but the feeling of exhaustion overcame his body. The words being chanted could not reach him.

His eyes were slowly closing and his vision was becoming blurred, his body hit the floor. He had collapsed on the ground.