WARNING! This arc will be goretastic and horrible in so many inhumane ways. So i implore you to think whether you can deal with it and if you can't have a bucket nearby (I don't know, maybe you've got an over-imaginative brain!?)

if you don't want to read this then you'll just miss important info characters and an interesting and gory story, so nothing important (I joke, do it for Ankorr's sake)

Hope you enjoy and survive/love the gore.

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The clacking of studded boots drowns out the quiet sound of cloth shoes sweeping along the stone floor in a small, dark corridor.

The two wearers walk one after the other in silence, focused solely on the small dot of light that flickers in the distance.

As they walk closer and closer to this light, heat begins to writhe around their cool bodies and far away sounds quietly whisper in their ear.

Their pace quickens, as if sped by the growing cheers, the growing guttural roars of crazed men and women and beasts all pleading for blood and death.

The two figures burst out of the corridor and are battered by a wall of roars from a crowd of spectators all focused on a small sand ring.

The frontmost figure, Renold, says something with a relieved face to the black hooded figure behind him, but the words are lost in the crowds bloodthirsty chanting.

The black hooded figure moves up next to Renold and looks down at the spectacle that all are screaming towards:

Inside a small sand ring, caged and barred from the public, are two figures. The first a black goblin with red veins plastered all over its bare body, pulsating along with its crimson eyes.

The other figure is a Gnoll, although on four feet and mouth frothing with wild rage.

The two clash once more rolling on the ground, biting, slashing, gnawing, clawing. Blood gushes to the sand and spatters the near crowd causing them to roar, uncaring of the crimson sliding down their faces.

The Gnoll, having gotten the upper hand, tears into the goblins arm wrenching it out. Bone and flesh is dumped on the ground and the crowd screams their glee in chorus to the pained wails of the goblin.

Desperation in its eyes, it tries to bite the Gnoll and the Gnoll quickly wrenches its head towards the goblin for a bite as well.

Locked in a bloody kiss, both clench their jaws and dig their teeth into the other’s jaw in feral passion. Both fight with razor teeth to grab hold of the lower jaw.

The Gnoll finally gets hold of the lower jaw, encases it with teeth and whips away.

The goblin’s lower jaw slides on the sand a distance away before stopping in front of a frenzied crowd, frothing

at the mouth in anger or pleasure.

The goblin, its tongue loosely whipping around in a jawless scream is not given a quick death as the Gnoll shreds its other arm in savage pleasure.

Looking at the crowd, the Gnoll stomps around on all fours yipping in pleasure and the crowd responds with roars, the Gnolls yipping back with devilish grins.

The roars grow louder and more fervent as the Gnoll turns back to the still alive goblin which crawls along the ground crying crimson tears in pure fear, wailing with its tongue flapping out.

A paw on the goblin’s back stops its movement and the Gnoll begins to feast on the living being to both its screams and the crowds.

Renold smirks at the crude display and watches the Gnoll’s surpervisor, a young man with scars littering its face, probably from the Gnoll itself, wave from the stand of victory as its Gnoll feasts on the weakly wailing goblin below.

“Disgusting little battle” His robed friend says in obvious disgust

“Ha, and you’re the one who is bringing that Blood Drinker” Renold gives his friend a pat on the shoulder with a chuckle

His friend goes to retort but a man, dressed in black livery, spattered with fresh blood, runs into the stage and the crowd grows quiet in anticipation.

‘Guess it’s my turn now” Renold sighs and begins to move forward, towards the edge of the raised platform the two are on.

“HOW ARE YOU MONSTERS DOING?” The man screams to the crowd and they voice their pleasure gutturally

“ARE YOU READY FOR MORE BLOOD?” He raises a bloody fist

“YES” They chorus with pumped fists

“ARE YOU READY FOR GUTS TO BE SPILLED?” his other bloody fist is raised

“YES” A rain of spittle drenches the man and he just grins

“ARE YOU REAAAAAADDDY?” he points to the crowds turning in a circle

“YES” The crowd chants war cries while they make themselves go into a frothing frenzy, waiting for blood,

for death,

“THEN WELCOME AN OGRE LORD FROM KARIAXUS’ SEED ITSELF. RONKAFTOR!”

The frenzied roars of the crowd cause the rock ceiling to tremble violently and the crowd all push one another, spilling blood to see a descendant of a blood soaked ancestor.

The ogre comes out; its single horn chipped, its pale skin covered in tattoos marking its deeds. The stone hammer it wields is layered with countless notches and his grin has countable teeth.

“AND ITS OPPONENT IS A SPECIAL TREAT FOR ALL EYES HERE! IT IS ONE OF THE ONE HUNDRED AND TWELVE; REAPERS OF THE BATTLEFIELD, THE IMMORTAL DEMONS OF BLOOD AND DESTRUCTION. THE BLOOOOOOOOD DRINKER!!”

The sound that came from the crowd could not be deemed as human sounds anymore, even if a large portion of the crowd were sentient monsters of all kinds.

The sound caused the cave to shake vigorously causing stalactites to fall onto the crowd, but they do not care as blood soaked faces are turned towards only one thing; the open gate where this ‘Blood Drinker’ the demon all monsters fear and revere will come out.

Out of the gates comes a clammy grey humanoid figure, with crimson eyes, unkempt black hair and wicked claws.

The frenzy dies down somewhat as they see the mundaneness of the being, however the passionate fire in their eyes blazes once more as the Blood Drinker charges across the field, ripping out the throat of the commentator.

Screams of delight and laughter come from the crowd as they see the commentator die with a look of shock on his eyes.

Ronkaftor grins maliciously and swings his hammer in a wide arc towards the Blood Drinker.

He roars angrily as its enemy dodges it and his hammer uselessly bashes the dead commentator’s head into smithereens, brain spattering over the sand.

Before its large body can react, the Blood Drinker appears next to him and begins tearing through his leg in a frenzy.

Swinging his hammer back, the blood drinker dodges by ripping through the leg flesh and sidling past the bone.

An audible crack is heard in the ring and the crowd laughs at the ogre smashing his own leg off.

Thumping into the ground, the ogre wails in immense pain as something sharp tears into his back, slowly ripping his skin away and digging through his soft insides.

Writhing in pain, he rolls over in a last ditch effort, feeling its enemies claws embed themselves deeper in him as he crushes his foe with his own body weight.

The crowd, look silently, frothing at the mouth in anticipation at whether they will lose the money they gambled.

Renold looks excitedly at the show, immersed with the fight and the Blood Drinker.

His friend however looks down, almost uninterested.

“So, that is all the host was able to do?” His pensive voice is caught by Renold’s ears.

Renold goes to comfort his friend for the loss when suddenly the ogre’s wails of pain echo through the ring and the crowd watch silently as it twitches and wails and finally it cries crimson tears as the crowd watch in silence at the strange behaviour.

It is soon explained however; bursting out of the ogre’s chest, part of the rib cage in hand, is the Blood Drinker, covered in blood from head to toe.

The crowd screams in glee and start stomping their feet chanting as the Blood Drinker wades through the ogre, kneed deep in its body, tearing and ripping apart the body, flinging bones, innards and flesh around in a wild fashion.

Some raise their hands to try catch some and when they do, the raise it in the air with a guttural cry of victory, before another attacks them for the souvenir.

A river of blood spills both inside and outside the ring.

The crowd watch in savage pleasure as the dead ogre is further mutilated, to the point of no recognition: it had become simple many pieces of flesh, innard and bone scattered around the ring in no particular pattern.

The Blood Drinker, roams wildly ripping the throats of spectators that get to close to the caged ring, drenching it in their blood.

Though it soon stops doing so for some reason as it looks towards the now open gate and runs towards that in a hungered frenzy.

“I prepared something just in case” Renold’s friend answered with a shrug seemingly non-interested by the win. However Renold knew better; he knew that his friend was grinning ear to ear in maddened glee at the victory that is inadvertently his.

Another man, wearing the same black livery and drenched in blood charges out into the sand ring, as helpers collect the dead bodies.

“HOW DID YOU LIKE THAT?” He screams in the fervor of one who loves such matches

The crowd responds with guttural glee which shakes the cave tremendously

“WELL PREPARE YOUR THROATS FOR THIS NEXT ROUND; BECAUSE IT WILL BE FILLED WITH BLOOD AND GUTS!”

The crowd roars

“ROAR YOUR WELCOMES TO A SUICIDAL HUMAN WHO’S COME TO BATTLE IN THE RING OF MONSTERS!”

The crowd laughs insanely as a man, wearing a white shirt and brown shorts saunters in looking mildly confused.

“So this is Hell huh? This isn't so bad” his gentle voice pierces through the crowd and the look at him stupefied for a second before almost dying with mad laughter.

“AND WELCOME HIS OPPONENT, A CURSED BEING AWOKEN FROM THE DEPTHS OF ANURA SWAMP! A BOG BODY!”

The crowd screams their approval and cries of battle as a metallic tinged man slumps into the arena.

Though the screaming of battle lessen as the man turns away from his shuffling opponent and looks towards a raised platform; towards Renold.

“Um, guy who brought me here, I don’t really like to fight”

The crowd goes deathly silent but the rind is submerged in a sea of murderous intent, all directed towards the man. The only thing that can be heard is the shuffling of the bog body as it moves its stiff legs across the sand.

Renold feels a cold sweat down rolling down his back at being called out like this, much so in front of a very blood thirsty crowd. Though he still moves forward for all to lay their eyes upon.

“Fight or I will personally torture you to the brink of your life in front of the crowd” He raises his voice to a commanding tone showing no fear in view of the spectators.

The crowd responds with bloodthirsty growls and the man nods

“Sure, go ahead, I’d prefer that” He grins

The crowd goes berserk in wonder, laughter and anger at the crazy man who is asking to be tortured rather than fight a bog body.

Renold’s black moustache twitches slightly in annoyance, but the fact that he can spot a few influential people in the crowd he decides this endeavor would be worth it.

Jumping down towards the cage, he safely makes it through the large hole at the center of its caged roof and onto the sand.

He looks into the eyes of the man but sees no hint of madness; only determination and pride fills those eyes.

He half hopes those eyes remain determined, however he also desires to break the man for the pleasure of it.

“Bring me a chain” He says to a nearby attendee as he remains looking into the fearless eyes of the man. However he notices the slight trembling of the man’s legs, the trembling of one who is trying their hardest to control their terrors.

He wonders at the strange man and his odd decision while an attendee brings a long piece of chain and begins setting it up, hanging from the top of the caged ring.

“And my wrists were so close to losing those rope marks” He says with a relaxed grin that doesn’t reach the rest of his body.

“Shall we get started?”

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Author's Corner: It's begun.

Also Thank you for the review Jefferypendragon. Yeah, i hope(?) most of you noticed the lack of information from the mc becuase well now you know how all our lovely side characters feel like :D

But thanks for the 3.5 star review T_T Means i gotta work better! and even better to make you happy !!!!

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