Drums start beating and the crowd at the Colosseum cheer at the top of their lungs.
The Barbarian kings team, lead by Alaric Magnus, slowly creep forward as if stalking their prey.
Before the prisoners even have time to process what's going on the dark skinned elf, the dwarf and Yoshi the Ninja quickly split from the group and run in different directions.
Very quickly, the other prisoners realise what's going on.
Twenty two of the remaining prisoners, lead by a skinny man with a goatee, quickly rush forward picking up weapons and broken shields.
The group of men, all armed, surround the Barbarian kings.
"There is only three of them and over twenty of us. We can bring them down! For our freedom! For our vengeance! For our families!"
"ROOOOOOOAR"
Kane remains frozen like a statue on the spot with the other fearful prisoners.
He watches on as the courageous men attack and all start glowing different colours.
Some grew claws like a tiger, others bodies turned pitch black, and some were even surrounded by floating fireballs.
"Is this magic? Did I get transported into a Magic world?"
Kane watches on and the man with the goatee starts glowing as well. Once the glowing light had subsided, a four metre tall green Orc stood in place of the man with the goatee.
"Is that an orc? Like on world of Warcraft? I've got to be dreaming."
The Orc roars out a battle cry and lunges forward.
The twenty two prisoners with weapons follow the Orc's lead and attack all at the same time.
The battle was ferocious.
They grouped up in two teams of seven and one group of eight to attack the Barbarian Kings.
The two teams of seven battling the two smaller barbarians seem to be holding their own.
But the group of eight battling Alaric weren't doing so well.
Every time Alaric would swing his arm, groups of no fewer than 3 would fly away like rag dolls.
The shields they found barely even lasted one hit against this Barbarian.
Alaric was showing his superior dominance.
The Orc snuck around to Alarics back while he was distracted and swung down quickly with broad sword that he held.
Like he had eyes at the back of his head, Alaric turns around and punches the broad sword head on.
Gasps could be heard from all around the Colosseum.
The broad sword in the Orc's hand didn't last two seconds before it was completely pulverised into dust.
Suffering from the residual impact of the blow the Orc spat out blood and fell flat on his back.
Alaric marches triumphantly over to the Orc and raises his massive foot.
Before he could crush the Orc, a light whooshing sound could be heard.
The hairs on Alaric's back stood tall, his Barbarian senses were screaming at him to move.
He quickly dives to his left to dodge whatever was coming for him.
"Boom!"
No sooner after Alaric rolled to the side an explosion went off.
Quickly looking over, Alaric saw a massive pit a few metres away from where he had stood.
Feeling a stinging pain from his cheek, he reaches up and realises he has been wounded.
Though he managed to dive away in time, what ever came at him still left its mark.
He quickly turns his head at the direction where the projectile came from and spots the dark elf holding a bow.
Nocked on the bow are another three arrows.
Before Alaric could process what was going on the arrows were released.
Roaring in anger, Alaric's body started to glow and he grew from six to nine metres tall.
He was truly huge now.
He sends forward a punch and the shock wave from his punch pulverises the incoming arrows.
"You damn half breed! How dare you sneak attack me? I will tear you limb from..."
Before he could finish his sentence a heart wrenching roar cold be heard from behind him.
He looks back to find one of his team mates beheaded by a dwarf.
Alaric sees red.
"You filthy half breed! YOU FILTHY MAGGOT! HOW DARE YOU! YOU'RE DEAD!"
Holding onto the dead barbarian's head the dwarf stands there, muttering to himself, not paying Alaric a single thought.
Surrounding him are limbs and smashed up body parts of the prisoners that engaged in this fight.
Out of the original twenty two that attacked the Barbarian kings only a measly nine were still alive, and only five of them could still lift a weapon to fight.
These five including the wounded Orc surrounded the other Barbarian to try and hold him off.
Alaric lunges forward in anger, and almost as if he teleported he appears right in front of the dwarf and swings his massive fist at him.
Sensing the incoming danger, the dwarf quickly swings the Hammer Axe in his hand at the oncoming fist.
Another massive explosion rocks the entire Colosseum.
The crowd holds their breath, no one daring to make a sound.
When the smoke clears, the dwarf had been pushed back at least fifty metres and Alaric had only taken about three steps back.
From the audience's perspective, Alaric had the upper hand in this exchange and the cheers from the crowd erupts like a flood.
Alaric stares intensely at the dwarf. Though it seemed like he came out on top, he knew the truth.
Just as his fist collided with the hammer axe in the dwarf's hand, the dwarf had jumped back on purpose to mitigate the damage.
"You have roused my interest half breed dwarf, I'll give you the honour of announcing your name before you die."
The dwarf looks over calmly at Alaric and stops muttering to himself.
"Thovor Gragur son of Balvor Gragur of Galtodur. By Moradin's name, you will not stop me."
Right on cue, the whole crowd gasped at the unbelievable sight before them.
The Barbarian that was being held back by the five prisoners had killed four of them. The only one alive was the Orc.
But before the barbarian could celebrate his victory, a cold dark light flashed before his eyes and the next thing he knew, he was staring at his own ankles from the ground.
"What happened? Are those my legs?"
Before he could fully process what had happened, the barbarian was dead.
Crouching in the air and blending in to the dust, Yoshi the night walker slowly fades from everyones view.
Unexpectedly, another Barbarian was killed.
The crowd was stunned.
The remaining prisoners standing near Kane felt like they had finally found hope. They quickly rushed forward with weapons in hand to surround Alaric.
Besides Kane, Thovor, the Orc, Yoshi and the elf, there were nine other remaining prisoners.
The Elf stood still at a distance with an arrow nocked on his bow.
Thovor standing 50 metres away from Alaric holds his Hammer Axe with his hands.
The green Orc gets up shakily and joins the other remaining prisoners.
Alaric, standing in the centre, seemed to be in very precarious situation. He was surrounded by the prisoners and there was still the night walker hidden somewhere in the dust.
Not to mention that annoying elf.
"hehe.. hahaha.. HAHAHAHHAA"
Suddenly, out of nowhere, Alaric starts bursting out in manic laughter.
"You bugs. You disgusting half breeds. I'll admit we had underestimated you lot. Who would've thought that there were a lot of worthy warriors among you disgusting ingrates."
Alaric starts laughing again like he had no care in the world.
Suddenly his laughter stopped, and the look in his eyes sharpened.
The air seemed to get heavy.
The prisoners all felt like they couldn't breathe.
Alaric's nine meter tall body started glowing and to everyones surprise, instead of getting taller, he had to shrunk down to about 1.9 metres tall.
Once the light had subsided, an insanely ripped Alaric stood in the centre of the Colosseum.
From his chest to both his arms, black ink like tattoos snaked around his ripped body.
"How long has it been since I've had to fight at full strength? Twenty years or so? Count yourselves lucky, half breeds. Before you die, you had the privilege to witness Alaric Magnus' true form."
Raising and clenching his fists, like he's getting used to his new body, small mini explosions sound came out every time he clenched them.
"Now, let me take out the trash first."
A sudden chill went down Thovor's spine.
"RUN!"
Before his shout even ended, nine prisoners exploded like blood bags.
The Orc had his right arm and right chest completely obliterated as he flew out of the encirclement.
Thovor was stunned.
Yoshi was stunned.
The dark elf was stunned.
Kane, who had not moved at all since the start of the fight began, had a confused look on his face.
In the centre of the Colosseum, Alaric stands firm liked he had never moved, but blood was dripping from his fists.
Alaric had moved so quickly that the audience only saw a blur before nine people had died and the Orc was sent flying.
While everyone was still processing what had happened, a bright red flaming arrow flashed and was already less than a metre away from Alaric's head.
The dark elf had made his move.
Again, like a blur, Alaric's body moved and he caught the flaming arrow in his hand.
The fire burning on the arrow was scolding hot but to Alaric the fire was almost non-existent.
Shocked that his arrow was caught so easily, the dark elf quickly fired multiple shots at Alaric.
A smirk appeared on Alaric's face. He lifted his hand and swung it slowly.
Not knowing when he'd done it, Alaric was holding on to the dead body of one of the prisoners and using the body like a weapon. He swatted all of the incoming arrows away like flies.
"No need to be so hasty half breed elf, I will get to you shortly. Let me deal with the remaining flies before we play. Oh look, here is one now."
Just as he finished his sentence Alaric reached his left hand out as quick as lightening and grabbed at the space in front of him. Suddenly Yoshi, who was trying to mount a sneak attack, was caught by the throat.
"You're a half breed night walker? Not bad.. But not good enough."
Alaric raised his hand and was about to punch out, but Thovor appeared inches away from Alaric's neck.
"I've been waiting for you."
Alaric's right hand blurred in an unnatural manner as his punch changed into palm as he grabbed onto Thovor's hammer axe like a vice.
As this was happening, another arrow came flying at Alaric's left hand, and two daggers appeared in Yoshi's hand as he tried to free himself.
A cold snort escapes Alaric's nose as he stamps into the ground with force.
Thovor and Yoshi were blasted at least 100 metres away, and the after shock made the dark elf spit out some blood.
Looking at his wounded left arm, Alaric starts to laugh maniacally.
"Good, GOOD, GOOD! This is what I've been craving! Standing at the edge of death and dancing on the tip of a blade. Not knowing when you will breathe your last. You three half breeds should be proud!"
As Alaric slowly walks towards Yoshi, a murderous air envelopes him.
"To show you my gratitude, you will die first night walker."