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She smirked
“Good .when do I start?”

“Let me go,” His voice echoed from the prison as the vile taskmaster dragged him to the arena, “I won’t kill anyone for Him.” “I wouldn’t worry ‘bout them, boy,” the Ash-Orc grinned, his rotted teeth glinting, “I’d worry ‘bout you; ‘ere the new challenger‘s a girl, ‘nd she ‘ates boys, kills ‘em for sport. Ain’t you a lucky one.” Aaron was thrown against the bars blocking the Crucible’s circular blood pit from view, the blood of old foes still staining the sand and metal. “She’ll be coming soon, traitor,” the taskmaster snickered, “this’ll be a good show, I’m bettin.”

Her trident appears in her hand.
“So were do I fight him? Also how old is he?”

“Now.” He waved his hand, transporting them to the arena; a bloodstained sand floor in a circular space. He transported himself to a pedestal, standing next to a black robed bald figure, who was beside yet another shadow, left eye burning with indescribable rage. “Ladies and Gentlemen,” the black robe shouted, “welcome to the Crucible! I, your humble host Matthias, bring to you today a new part of entertainment.” He pointed to her. “On one side,” he continued, “a child of the false who seeks the power of the true, Ruby Jackson!” The crowd cheered her name, ready for the bloodshed she was to bring. “On the other, we have a child of the true who follows the teachings of the false, finally caught and chained for his father’s entertainment; presenting, Aaron Pyrosian, traitor-son of Netharan!” Aaron was shoved into the arena, the crowd booing him as he fell to the earth, slowly getting back up.

Aaron was not prepared for this; he looked to the shadow where his father was, seeking some sort of empathy from him. He got no such comfort; only bitter disappointment.

She smirked and spun her trident.the razor sharp tips glinting.
The Amozons would probably be better for me she thought.
She looked at Aaron

“Wait,” he shouted, “I’m not the enemy here; I don’t want to fight you, but I do have to warn you against him.” He pointed to his father, still in the shade of the ceiling. “He’s trying to trick you,” he told her, “I followed his command once, but I left because he wanted me to lose my humanity. I don’t know what he offered you, but killing me will only seal the fate you are falling into.” “Get on with it!” A voice of the crowd exclaimed, the others following suit, their thirst for blood above civility.

“Shut up Male pig.”
she hissed smashing her trident handle in to his chest.
“I’m doing this for Hilla.”
She kicked him. “All Males will be under our control with this power”

“Agh,” He grunted, the wounds throbbing in agony, “I’m trying to...” he fell back as she kicked him, crashing into the sand. The crowd roared with bloodthirsty glee, and Matthias grinned his sadistic smirk.

She slashed his cheek.
“Male pig!”
She closed her eyes using the liquid from his blood to direct a stream of red out of his nose and eyes

“Wait...” he tried to speak, but he was now busy trying to keep himself from having his blood drained. This wasn’t how he wanted to die; he could still hear the cries of the crowd cheering his death, the laughter of Matthias, and the burning rage of Netharan, which could only be heard by his children’s ears. His Demilord blood fading fast, he knew he had no choice; he had to fight back, or die here, forever a disappointment to all who remembered him. His dried-magma eyes started to blaze like his father’s, stopping and reversing the stream, burning his wounds shut. He stood, the rage in his soul scorching within him, fueling the power he had refused to use for so long. A burst of flame, a short silence, and a sudden cheer followed as Aaron lost himself to the monster he had shut away.

She hissed
“Finally a challenge.”
She flung a net at him. It was laced with tiny blades.
Rain and wind started swirling around her. Forming a mini hurricane

The firestorm swirled around him, burning the ground beneath it. The rage swept over him, blocking all thought other than to kill and scorch. He raised his hand, the net burning and melting just before it hit him. Unquenchable fire battled unrelenting water in a battle of the elements, neither holding back, neither to surrender. Howls of delight echoed in the Crucible, and Netharan finally grinned; Aaron had finally pleased him.

She plunged her trident towards his chest. Magic preventing it from melting”

He dodged, lifting a sword made of pure flame, ready to strike. He plunged the blade towards her, forming a dagger in his other hand aimed lower; a trick learned from his father, to fool your opponent and kill them quickly.

She spun the trident deflecting them both. And jumped behind him. Her trident an inch from his back.
“I would be careful it’s dipped in hydra poison”

He didn’t respond; he was too lost to even try to understand her. He only had one purpose; kill. He turned, disappearing in a burst of flame, returning on the other side, a large collumn of furious inferno rushing at her, the sand turning to glass beneath it.

She just stood there
“Huh I forgot about the the Dip in the styx.”
She plunged her trident at him again

Pure hatred coursed through his veins, causing his skin to be coated in flames; a dark armor formed around him, preventing her trident from piercing his flesh. He loosed another bolt of flame, followed by a shout that echoed throughout the colosseum; it was a shout of burning hatred, of blazing rage, of the desire to end this opponent’s miserable life.

She laughed
And pushed a button. The blades now sharp enough to cut through all armor like butter