The Feari spent all of that day and night in a heated rage, hissing and pacing the whole time, not stopping to rest until tomorrow came.
The cell door swung open with a bang, and the Feari retreated to the farthest corner, its eyes glinting threateningly and its teeth bared.
The man who stood in the doorway was tall and big, he had a long whip in his hand.
"You try any tricks and you'll be dead," the big man growled. "I've got three archers on you right now."
The Feari saw who he was talking about, the three men standing behind him with their bows drawn.
"I have a feelin' that this fight will be easy for you, you monster," the bug man said, laughing unpleasantly. "Your opponent is a human, and a small one at that, though he does have a few fiery tricks up his sleeve!"
He unraveled his whip and snapped it over the Feari's head. The creature crouched low, but the whip snapped over its back anyway, cutting a thin line through which black blood seeped.
"Now get out into the arena!" the man growled, snapping the whip again. The Feari hissed fearfully, and ran out of the cell and into the arena. It almost immediately tried to retreat back into the dark cell. The arena was brightly lit, and there were hundreds and hundreds of people on the bleachers around it, all shouting and screaming and moving around. The Feari liked the darkness, but the big man snapped his whi[ again, and the Feari was forced into the arena.
All of the people hissed and booed when it came out into the light. Some threw things, but the Feari just crouched low, making its already small form as small as possible. The guards with the bows escorted the Feari to the other side of the arena, so it could see its opponent straight on when he was let out.