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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.

He growled as he felt the metal blades drag across his back drawing more blood just before grabbing the weapon rack itself and swinging the entirety around aiming to smash it against damons body.

If it weren't for the blood rage, the rack would've caught Damon completely off guard. Instead, he backflipped away from the swordsman and the weapons rack. Upon landing him immediately leaped back into the air, and brought his swords down on his opponent.

He roared in a blood curdling manner as the swords cleaved deep into him. His form stayed standing for a bit as the last bit of life faded from his eyes. A few moments later he then fell on to his knees then face first in the dirt.

Damon stabbed his swords into the fallen swordsman to reassure himself that he would not rise again. When the body didn't move, the blood rage subsided, his life no longer in danger.
The magic coursing through his body returned to dormancy, the enhancements with it. Damon recovered his cognitive thought, and immediately panicked at the sight of what he had done. He's a thief, not a killer! He always felt terrible for those he killed when he lost control. He felt numb as the guards picked him up and threw him in his cage.

Rejoicing and celebrating could be heard above the cages in the city of Szazos above as the Festavil commenced. Drinking and merriment could be heard all though the night as the contestants tried to sleep in the morning they were awakened abruptly and forced to change cells. Damen however was thrown into the arena with a brand new challenger. So far Setiha had two victories and Dukonuu along with Damen each had one victory. Everyone else was either waiting in their cages to fight or fell in battle the day before... "Kill Damen," Duuk said, "he kept me from my vengeance, I want him dead."