He was sitting in the waiting pens for what felt like hours before he was called back up by some scrawny little man. Looking the slave straight in the eye and almost smelling his fear, he asked him something in a slightly darker voice than normal.
"A worthy opponent this time I hope?" He asked with his face pulled into an almost emotionless statew.
"Y-yes sir, this one should be more of a challenge."
Hearing the answer he wanted to hear he smiled and his face relaxed before he put his hand on the shoulder of the man. Bending down he whispered in the slaves ear with a voice that reeked of charcoal. ""Do you fear me?"
Without waiting for an answer he strengthened his grip on the mans shoulder and looked him straight in the eye before smashing the man against the bars of the pen, cracking his neck and killing him instantly.
"Weakling."
He turned his back to the now lifeless slave and continued up to the pit on his own, ignoring the looks he was getting from the guards at the gate.
Arriving in his previous spot, right in the middle of the pit, it looked like he was once again going to have to wait for his opponent.
He didnĀ“t have to wait long however.
Hearing a loud clank of something heavy he turns around and sees one of the gates fall down with the body of a guard almost glued to it.
What stepped out over the now broken gate was quite a strange sight to him.
It seemed to be a man, at least in his stature.
But his skin was almost black. He knew this man had considerable physical strength too, since he managed to knock a metal gate straight off of it's hinges.
But then the man did something that enraged Druaduhn. He looked like he was laughing, making fun of him.
Standing still he decides to take this fight seriously and begins to speak in a soft but dark voice, chanting the words to change his body back to it's original state.
"
Shar'tleg rath ulu ussta trantz khel lu'ori'gato uns'aa elgg ussta ogglin"
The very words rolling out of his mouth seemed to have an effect on his surroundings as the sand and dust around him started reacting to the strength entering his body and started floating a few inches above the ground.
Then his body started changing. His skin turned black as coal and gills spouting fire and poisonous smoke started appearing on his sides. The man started growing considerably, reaching a height of at least 10 foot and gaining mass until he was at least twice as wide as every regular human. His eyes turned into black pools with a white white line running through the middle, the trademark of a being born of Fear.
Still not having covered his face he looked at the man thing in front of him, now much smaller than he was and grinned, showing his rows of flame-veined teeth and blowing out a cloud of smoke before speaking a few more words, summoning his mask signifying him as a powerful servant of Sorventh.
"
Orbdrin d'Tigar'zimut"
Seemingly forming out of nothing the mask started appearing slowly in his hand, using the ink of the tattoo's that littered his body just moments before. Slowly moving the mask to his face where it would be fused to his face he felt the winds around him sizzle and rage with pure energy. Finally attaching it he released a massive roar filled with pure physical energy, creating a shockwave strong enough to create cracks in the pillars littering the pit.
Lowering his head he looked the strange man straight in his eyes and uttered words of challenge before opening his arms wide, inviting him in.
"Your turn stranger, show me that you can know Terror."