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Squishy

Standing exactly in the middle of the massive Colosseum, Druaduhn looked calm and ready for his next challenge. Wearing only a regular pair of pants and with his ominous tribal tattoo's for everyone to see he looked like nothing special, just another piece of meat for the slaughter that is this blasted Colosseum.
He wanted to be here. He wanted to bathe in the blood thirst that the onlookers felt whenever they saw something die right in front of them.
This is why he voluntarily walked into the pit, followed by suspicious looks from the people that organized both the fights and the bets. He knew exactly why they allowed him, they thought he would be easy prey and an easy way to earn some money.
He didn't care.
He was here for a single reason, and that reason was to feed. Feed on the emotions of both onlookers and those that would stand before him.
It was one of the first times he ever showed himself this publicly so he was in quite the good mood, having a slightly ominous smile on his lips permanently while he waited on his opponent.

After several minutes of waiting, one of the gates finally opened showing a... wolf?
"This wasn't what I asked for.."
Sighing audibly he turned towards the poor creature, looking it straight in the eye. The wolf smelled the air before snarling loudly and starting to inch forward towards him.

"I guess I'll take this chance to..." his words faded as he raised a hand towards the wolf, almost looking as if he was trying to stop the creature from approaching. Meanwhile the wolf started sprinting towards him, getting ready to pounce on him and tear his throat out.
If only he ever got this far.
Druaduhn looked the creature straight in the eye as he foresaw it's pounce, quickly reacting to it by smashing his left fist into the side of the wolf's head, knocking it straight against one of the walls surrounding the pit. The creature wasn't dead, Druaduhn made sure of this but death wasn't what he was trying to achieve with his punch. He was trying to instill fear into the creature, a fear for it's miserable life, and it had worked perfectly.
The wolf jumped up with it's tail between it's legs, looking at him with a flicker of fear in it's eye.
And this was what he was waiting for. Using the strong emotion of fear he created a link of sorts with the creature through their eye contact.
Raising his fist up to his shoulders height and the wolf raised with his hand motion, seemingly levitating in the air.
He looked around at the onlookers who were mostly confused as to what they just witnessed. They didn't know what he was, didn't know what sort of magic he was using right at this very moment.
And in this moment of utter confusion, he quickly and sharply opened his fist, making a clawed gesture with his hand. Almost instantly the effects of his gesture took place near the wolf.
Sharp spikes of some sort of shadowy stuff shot out of the creature's entire body, totaling 5 in total, before throwing the already dead creature back against the wall and pinning it there.
He looked at his sad excuse for a victory and became slightly annoyed at the sad excuse of a challenge they sent to him.
Laying his right hand against his throat he whispered 2 words in a dead language. The tattoo covering half of his throat started to shine a bright white for a few seconds before dying out.
"Seke Ssivah"
The tattoo covering half of his throat started to shine a bright white for a few seconds before dying down again. Smiling a vicious smile he flashed his now slightly deformed mouth, showing rows of teeth filled with veins of fire before speaking with an extremely loud and snarling voice.
"I did not ask for a MUT. Send me a challenger worthy of instilling true Terror into."
The moment his voice left his throat the dust around him was blown away by a miniature shockwave, almost invisible to the onlookers. He spoke 2 words again, this time slightly different.
"Myar'a Ssivah"
His voice, mouth and throat turned back to normal again in an instant, regaining his original set of teeth and voice before turning around and walking back to the gate.
He left the pit and continued on back towards the waiting pens where he spent some time sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall and patiently waiting for the moment he was called back, and this time awaiting a worthy opponent he hoped.

Tacocat86

The roars of the arena shook the very ground; making the walls of a small holding cell shake. The room itself happened to be extremely quiet. The room was completely devoid of light or nearly anything except a figure sitting in the middle; waiting motionlessly with its hands chained together. Its black robe rippled around its body as the door opened. A slave cautiously poked his head through and spoke in a quivering voice.

"Uh... S-sir? Your match I-is up"

Without a word, the figure pushed past the slave and walked down the tunnel towards the Colosseum. It reached the massive metal gate into the arena.

One of the guards standing by moved to undo his bindings, but the figure simply pulled its arms apart,  shattering the chains. It then grabbed the guard by his armor and hurled him into the iron gate, tearing off of its hinges and sending him flying. The cloaked figure stepped out onto the blood-soaked sand and basked in the warm glow and screams of bloody murder.

A sharp wind blew through the coloseum, blowing down the figure's hood, revealing a face with dark grey skin and black hair. Over the bottom half of its face was a white cloth covered with ancient runes of silence, weakening, and binding.

As he looked his opponent over, he began to double over in what appeared to be silent laughter. He was expecting an opponent, not a punching bag covered in tattoos. Judging by the wolf body, he was slightly above average, but really? He was expecting something of a much higher caliber. Hopefully this wouldn't be a total massacre.

Squishy

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."

Tacocat86

The man Iolo was facing suddenly spoke in an ancient tongue and began to change form, only stopping once he was a monstrous size. Iolo raised an eyebrow and took in his new form in an instant. Easily twice as wide as Iolo, the being was now a thing out of nightmares; complete with charcoal skin and fire teeth. The shaking of silent laughter stopped as a new emotion took place on Iolo's face; a look of pure, unbridled contempt; this situation reminded Iolo of a memory that happened a long time ago; and not a pleasant one.

However, the emotion lasted for a brief second before the monstrous person (If you could call him that) unleashed a shockwave that shook the stadium. Pillars cracked and crumbled underneath the shear power of the beings voice. The once cheering crowd had gone silent, holding their breath for what might come. 'As they should', he thought. 'This kind of encounter probably hasn't occurred in a millennium and they thought it would be a fun game to watch.' If he could spit, he might have right then.

"Your turn stranger, show me that you can know Terror."

The being spoke out, his words instilling fear into even those in the stands, Iolo snapped out of his thoughts. It seemed the battle was starting and this creature was eager to die. He looked him dead in the eyes, daring him to try and instil fear into his soul. Iolo then bent over into the sand and began writing something with his finger (upside down so his opponent could read of course). It read out-

I have known Terror, have you met Death?

Iolo then abruptly smashed his foot into the ground, creating a tremor that split stone and cracked the earth. The tremor grew into a large shockwave, to the one his combatant released; only this one was targeted at the pillars. As a particularly large one began to fall over on top of Iolo, he sidestepped it and slammed his fist into the side of it, cracking a large part of the bottom and sending it flying towards his opponent like a twenty foot long spear of death.

Squishy

As he stands ready for the strangers first strike he notices that he's writing something in the sand. Looking down he sees the words "I have known Terror, have you met Death?" and sniffles lightly before looking back at the stranger, wondering if he's serious.
Noticing the shockwave and in turn the pillar that is suddenly flying his way he decides to take quick action.
Readying his entire body he catches the pillar in both his hands, digging his claws into the stone before redirecting the force behind it to the left, flinging the pillar straight into the onlookers.
He didn't care about them however, he was entirely focused on the opponent which he was finally starting to take serious. Grinning like a primal predator that just found his prey, he flexed every muscle in his muscle and raised his entire body to stand perfectly straight and looking down on his opponent before opening his mouth again.

"Even Death fears those that never die young one."

After having spoken the words he raised  his head and released a deafening roar, shaking the very foundation under their feet before smashing both hands on the floor, digging his claws into the ground and throwing himself towards his enemy.
He finally found someone he could fight on equal ground with. He would tear off every single limb he could get his hands on, he would instill fear into his seemingly fearless enemy, he..he..
His thoughts got lost in his blood lust and adrenaline.
While still mid air he got ready to thrust his palm straight on top of his enemy, planning to crush him between his scaled claws and the ground they were standing on.
Never breaking eye contact with his enemy, his eyes started to show an almost insane sparkle as they clashed.

Tacocat86

Iolo carefully watched his opponent respond to his attack. His eyes showed anger at first when he deflected the pillar, then he chuckled internally when it speared through the audience. Then it had to go and talk again. Young one?! Iolo bristled. This thing had the audacity to call him young?

His eyes narrowed when his opponent leaped up and thrust his arm down at him. Suddenly,  the temperature in the arena dropped as the sand went from a warm golden color to a dead grey color. The sound seemed to be drained out of the arena as the air around Iolo swirled. His body shook with raw power taken from the area around him. He raised his arm to intercept his opponent's fist. When they came together, the resulting sound was comparable to an explosion.  The walls shook and the ground erupted around them.

Squishy

Clashing with the strange and apparently quite strong creature felt like a rush he had not felt in centuries. His blood was boiling and his eyes narrowed even more than usual, focusing on his opponent and completely ignoring his surroundings.

As the palm of his hand reached the man he felt a force work against him, keeping him from crushing this thing that defied him. The resulting sub-sonic explosion blew the first 3 rows of people watching from their seats and could be heard for miles around.

Wrapping his fingers around the mans arm and pulled himself closer to him while still hanging in mid-air, moving in close enough to whisper into his ears and uttered the following words.

"Do I smell anger?"

Striking his free hand against the ground he threw himself away from the black man creature and towards the ledge of the arena, digging his claws deep into the stones and hanging on to it, waiting for the mans next move.

Tacocat86

 When they clashed, Iolo managed to reabsorb part of the energy he used. The thing leaned in, wrapping Iolo in the foul stench of sulfur and brimstone. It then spoke, smoke pouring put of its mouth into his face. He looked at the creature, only contempt showing in his eyes as the monster said,

"Do I smell anger?"

Iolo's eyes widened before his expression went completely blank. He hated having this monster read his emotions like a book. During his thoughts, the creature leapt to a ledge and clung there as if it was daring him to attack. And Iolo qould be happy to oblige. He bounced the energy he had stored up into the ground, multiplying it. He repeated this process several times as he walked towards the ledge, shaking the ground and sending vibrations up the walls of the coloseum. He readied a ball of physical energy  in his hand and hurled it sparking and crackling into the ledge the creature was clinging to, attempting to destroy the ledge. This would teach the thing not to banter in the middle of a fight.

Squishy

Hanging from the ledge he was thinking of what else he could do to infuriate the creature even more. He needed his emotions, craved them almost.
And in that instant he got another chance. Looking down on the man as he was creating a massive pulse of energy he saw his chance and waited for his chance.

"You think you are strong? I will show you what it means to be strong."

Grinning at his own words he corrupted the stone around his hand and slowly forming an extra layer of black stone around his hand until he saw his chance.
Seeing the ball of energy approach him at blinding speed he used his legs and jumped away from the ledge just as the energy exploded right behind him, taking the brunt of the impact of the explosion on his back and launching himself straight toward his opponent and readying his now heavily fortified fist to deliver an earth shattering punch, meant to break every single bone in the mans body.

Tacocat86

A look of mild intrigue appeared on his face as he looked at the stone forming around his opponent's hand. Under the cloth, a smile appeared on his face; finally, a worthy opponent. As the creature leapt from the ledge, taking the brunt of the energy to his back, more silent laughter shook his body, he hadn't been truly tested since... his laughter stopped and he scowled; since he was bound by this damned cloth.

As the massive creature came down at him, rather than dodge, he stepped slightly to the side and left it hit the left side of his body full on; crushing bones and tearing open his shoulder. Then, so quickly that normal humans couldn't see it, his right hand glowed slightly and shot out, attempting to grab the creature's neck and drain its life.

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