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Setiha could not belive that his attacked missed. The mans leg gave on him which made him lunge forward. Setihas staff impact the ground was a loud thump noise. Apprently fate had wanted the man to live which made Setiha feel relief. He was happy the man had gave up and watch the guards throw him back in a cage.

Setiha had stopped bleeding mid fight and boy was he glad. But his wound still hurt him and he really wished that he was done with these battles. He had to win 5 fights? He could not recall what the guards said but he was glad his luck was going strong. His next opponent was a little kid which made him let out a small sigh. This place was not meant for kids or anyone for that matter, he could not believe they made a poor kid fight. But Setiha could not afford to lose so he stood his ground.

The kid grabbed a spear and chucked it at him right away but Setiha managed to dodge it. He seemed to be pretty lucky with dodging attacks as of lately which really made him think his fate was to live and survive this horrible place. Setiha tried not to think too much about his opponent and decided to attack the kid before he came charging at him. Setiha decided to maybe knock the wind out of the kid so he could not fight anymore, he ran towards the kid and lunged his staff forward like a spear and tried to hit him in the center of his chest hoping it would knock him out.

Learning from his battle with the Sword swinger Duuk dove to the side rolling next to his enemy, appearing behind the man he jabbed his spear toward the man's back with full force, "come on..."

Setiha realized that now he had left himself opened after his attacked missed. The kid was too fast for him it appeared. The kid rolled around behind him and picked up the spear that was on the ground and jabbed him in the back. The pain from this attack was much worse then his face. He made a slight noise of pain as the spear jabbed into his back. This hurt him deeply and he tried to pull himself from the spear and did just that. It was much more painful getting the spear out of him then it did when it was jabbed into him.

Setiha knew then that he could not take it easy anymore. He had to fight like he was going to kill. Setiha's demeanor totally changed from that as a wise and harmless prophet to that of a warrior who was fighting for his life. His eyes seemed more serious now and his expression cold. He was now bleeding from his back and was trying to fight the pain off. He tried to focus on the fight and not the pain and continued on in the battle. Setiha whirled around bringing his leg around to do a sidkick to the kids ribs while bringing his staff around and trying to hit him with his staff as well.

The pain to the ribs was sharp as the spear slid out of his foe, rolling to the side again Duuk prepared to strike again. Knocking the man's staff away from his bruised ribs Dukonuu pushed his spear toward the man's stomach hoping not to kill, but only to make him forfit...

The boy had so much energy in him. He was able to roll away after taking two of his attacks. Because of Setiha's wounds he was not able to dodge the next attack which was once again a spear attack to the stomach. Setiha just braced the pain as it pierced his body. This brought him to his knees but he was still alive he could feel his blood pumping and he just had one thought;Survive.

He noticed the boy thinking that he was probably going to forfeit or die and he took this chance to grabbed the spear and make the boy lose grip of it and pull the spear out of his stomach but the pain was so bad he cried out in pain. Setiha had the spear in hand but was bleeding badly. He would not could not give up. So with the last of his energy he thrusted all his strength into the spear and hoped to pierce the boy's flesh and hopefully by some miracle he would win and survive.

The butt of the spear shattered another rib, "gahhh," this would not make fighting any easier in the future. But at least if he could walk away with one win under his belt it would be worth it... His body wouldn't let his roll anymore and with one spear in his opponents hand and the other off to the side he didn't have much of a choice. "This'll hurt," straining his body he gripped the spear, the bladed side was still pointed at Setiha and so with a must of strength he Angeles it upward and pushed! Aiming for the man's heart... Dukonuu was pretty sure it was either kill or be killed, right here, right now. Hopefully this would end it!

Setiha's eyes never left the boys and it seemed like the boy would fall but to his surprise the boy was still going to fight. Setiha could see the boy's resolve and knew he was going to inflict a finishing blow to him. The boy then did as Setiha and grabbed the spear and lunged it towards his heart. Setiha was going to let this boy kill him but Setiha must had some will to live because right as the spear was going to hit his heart he moved over slightly and it dug into his skin luckily missing any vital organs. He felt like it did not hit his heart anyways because he felt alive. He could feel his breathing and he could hear his heart beating.

Blood splattered the floor arena as Setiha's wounds were bleeding. He was going to faint from blood lose soon. He could feel his body going heavy on him and his vision blurry but something inside of him burned like the will of his life wanted to at least win this match and then die of honor. So before Setiha passed out he lunged forward and hit his head against the boys. Setiha could not feel much pain anymore it was like something like instinct took over and blocked everything else out.

A rumbling occured from deep within as his eyes shot open. Now blood red in color. He quickly stood up and his skin color slowly darkened and he leaned over a bit and uttered a low growl. A demon had awakened within him. His low growl slowly became a violent blood thirsty roar as he began rattling the cage bars.

Dodging the headbutt Dukonuu let his opponent fall, not waiting even a moment for the man to get up Duuk held his spear high, jamming it downward towards the man's body. "For the fallen!!!" Duuk wasn't messing around, he felt like he was going to faint, but if he could kill this enemy before he did, at least he could live to see tomorrow! He didn't pay much attention to the guards getting the Swordsman, now demon swordsman out of his cage...

As the guards opened the cage, he suddenly lashed out ripping the closest ones throat clean out. As he did though the other guards were quick to restrain him in a forceful manner. Managing to restrain him, they pulled him out the cage and wrestled with him some more.

Setiha headbutt missed and there was nothing else he could do. He fell to the ground bleeding from his wounds he could continue anymore in the battle. He felt the kid jab him with the spear again and did not have the energy to scream. He world was fading away from him. He felt like something flashed before his eyes but could not see as he was weakened by the bloodless and the severe wounds that were inflicted upon him. "I am so glad...." Setiha had whispered to the kid. He was really glad he did not take the life of a kid.

He really did not want to die here he did not want his life to end but at this point he felt nothing. He wondered if he was now going to go the afterlife. Before he fell unconscious he thought he saw a vision of someone but could not see it clearly.

(OCC: I know we are not suppose to do OCC here but I had a question. Since you did not roll a kill number would this considered be passed out? Or will he actually die because of his wounds? I doubt there is anyone who can heal or give them aide right?)

The crowd was screaming at Duuk to kill him, but he already had his victory. Dropping his spear he clutched his ribs, "my first victory..." Raising hand to signal he was hurt bad, he was escorted back to his cell and Setiha was dragged and tossed into his. Bandages and a a fewpieces of fruit were tossed in each cell as the Swordsman and his opponent took the arena!

Damon was just getting comfortable in his cage when the swordsman started their freakout. It in turn freaked him out, the event was a little too familiar. The guards then began to open his cell. "What, no! I don't fight yet!"
The guards didn't listen, instead throwing him roughly into the arena, reminding him of his previous injuries. He slowly stood up as the guards locked the gates sealing him in with the blood-thirsty swordsman.
It wasn't like the holy man. This opponent clearly wanted to kill. A pulse ran through his body, signaling the start of an unwanted change.

Fighting himself to freedom from the guards he ripped them apart and rushed the arena as the war gong rang. Wasting no time he leapt skywards and lunged at his opponent waiting in the arena with clawed hands extended ready to rip and shred.

Damon was too busy tryimg to fight off the surge to try and dodge the swipe, and screamed in pain as the claws tore chunks out of arms. He was about to collapse from his injuries, when the distraction allowed the surge passage.
He steadied himself, and slowly rose, breathing heavily. Dormant magic flowed through his body, mending the cracked rib and bruised femur. The gashes from the claws were much more serious, and couldn't heal fully, so it stopped healing after it was only a little larger than the gash the prophet had on his face. It then flowed into his muscles, bolstering his strength and speed, as well as acting as protection from strong slices.
He snapped up, and threw a quick uppercut to create some distance, before running for his serrated swords.

As the battle outside waged on the guards were treating the wounded guards. "Hey, Staff fighter?" Duuk whispered, "you alive?" When no answer was mumbled Duuk inched towards the edge of his cell but Setiha's cage was on the other side of the path, he couldn't reach. Though as soon as the guards were tended too the prisoners began being moved to the lower floor. Dukonuu was one of the first being moved to the lower dungeons, and the last thing he saw was some ragged looking slave doctors being commanded to treat Setiha. "The day of fighting must be over..."

See the Szazos fighting pits were open once a week on Saturdays for four fighter death battles. And over the weeks those fighters could win their freedom if they survive the longest. This was not like that, the Festavil of Relicos was when the city of Szazos had slave traders from all over the world bring their personal favorite slaves in the pits to fight. Disobedient slaves such as Dukonuu and Criminals from Szazos were tossed in the pits for a week of fighting, Monday though Friday! Then on Saturday their was what was called the freeing ceremony where slaves that one five battles and killed the beast were legally set free! But since that had never happened it was were all the fighters were thrown in the arena at once with a monster, if the group could kill the monster, the last fighter standing would be set free. So far... Everyone has died in that last fight. "But it's only Monday," as soon as Sword Swinger and the Magic Theif finished their fight they would be taken to their cages for the night. "Tomorrow I'll truly prove myself!"

The uppercut landed harshly against his chin and hit with enough force where he flipped backwards and landed on his chest. Lying there for a moment with eyes closed he soon enough recovered and got back to his feet and chased after Damon roaring once more before again lunging at him through the air. Claws again held forward reaching for more flesh to rip and tear.

Damon had just pulled his swords off the rack when he felt claws tear into his back. The magic kept the claws from cutting too deep, but they still did a lot of damage.
As the wound began to slowly heal, Damon quickly spun around with his swords held out, hoping to cleave his aggressor in half.

He leapt back from the swinging swords taking a nice cut along his torso from them just enough to bleed decently but nothing serious...yet at least. He would take advantage of being in such close proximity to his opponent to unleash a feralish assault with clawed swipes.

Ready for the attack, Damon rolled beneath the swipes, and around the swordsman. He winced a bit as dust settled into his wounds, but he'd rather it be dust than more claws.
As he came to a stop behind his opponent, he sprang up to run his swords across his back.