"Uh... Oh. There she- Ouch." Jackal mutters as a female Lizan stumbles in before falling flat on her face. She's wearing armor, and is carrying a spear with a blunted tip.
"And now, we have a special match today, folks! A free for all! Khorvis, the human, Daria, the dark elf, Lamina, the mermaid, Kulragh the orc, and Troggle the Lizan! All of the races now come together to prove who, apart from us, of course, is superior!" The announcer says cheerily. "Now... Let the match begin!" He says, and a bell sounds.
Immediately, all four combatants turn to Khorvis, who groans and starts backing up to get out of reach as the dark elf cracks her whips at him. The others start to circle around him, trying to cut off his escape. His eyes dart between them, and he immediately picks out the weak link in the chain.
He immediately darts towards the Lizan, who yelps and stumbles back, falling on her squishy butt. His way, however, is immediately blocked by the orc and the mermaid, who hisses at him as she stabs with the trident. Khorvis leaps backwards, right into range of the elf's whips. She immediately swings both of them, and manages to get both around his legs, pulling him down to the floor!
He falls with a grunt, and snarls as he tries to wriggle free.
Then the orc, of course, makes a typical, colossally stupid mistake. With a loud war cry, he runs towards Khorvis, swinging both hammers down at his head.
Khorvis, having more range with the sword staff, deflects one hammer and stabs the end of the staff right into the orc's throat, which makes him fall forward, grabbing at his throat and wheezing. Just as Khorvis raises his staff for the finishing blow, the mermaid hisses and leaps forward, stabbing at his chest. He yelps and flops backwards, and the mermaid sails over him to land right in the sand before rolling and coming to a stop next to the dark elf, who loosens one of the whips and immediately slashes it right across Khorvis' face, making him scream in pain as a profusely bleeding wound opens up on his cheek. The scream turns into a feral growl, and he grabs the whip, yanking it so hard that the dark elf flies into the air before crashing into the dirt, skidding towards him. With a growl, he leaps at her for the finishing blow, but the orc smashes him aside with a full body rush, sending him flying a few feet away!
With a grunt, he rolls to his feet, now free of the whips. Phorsaal notices that the cut on his face has already closed.
The others circle him once more, trying to get within his blind side. But now he knows their tactic, as they haven't bothered to modify it. This time, he goes right for the elf, moving much faster than any human has a right to, and slams the staff into her shin before swinging upwards, which makes her comically flip twice into the air before falling into the sand. The orc and mermaid rush to her aid, but it's too late, as with a vicious swing, Khorvis takes the elf out of action with a blow to the skull.
Suddenly, the dick of a minister decides to interfere. "HALT! Cheats! No human can move that fast!" He screams.
The combatants stop and frown at each other, before looking at Khorvis, who rolls his eyes.
"And I suppose that human woman slave of yours mysteriously winning that fight against all odds was not cheating at all, was it?" He says loudly, which earns a loud "Ooooooh buuuuurn!" From the arena, followed by the sounds of laughter.
"She was lucky! You are not! How can you move so fast and heal so quickly!? You are just a human!" He raves.
Khorvis gives him a long look before glancing at Phorsaal and tapping the staff to his shoulder as if to ask whether he should show them or not.
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