Meanwhile, in a dim corridor beneath the arena seats, a hulking elf with corded muscles trudged after the manager. He paused, brow furrowing in confusion. "I'm fighting a human? Aren't I risking trouble with the Princess if I injure her man?" Despite the note of caution in his tone, a feral gleam lit his gaze.
He was the one everyone called Bloody Monster, and by sheer size, the name seemed warranted. Whereas most elves bore lithe frames and fine-boned features, he looked more like a walking fortress—gargantuan biceps, a chest like a barrel, black hair betraying his imperfect forest-elf bloodline. Forced to compensate by building raw, brutal strength, he had cultivated a fearsome reputation on the arena floor.
