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A sparkling, transparent dome of light soon enveloped the stadiums, that was a class 4 spell, Sheild.
As long as the attacks ware below the Magistrate level, it could with stand it unlimitedly.
With call of start, chaos fell down on the arena. A myriad of spells flew about, ice arrows against dragons of flames, earth spikes and wind blades. But as if in tacit understanding, everyone went for the weak looking ones first.
The idea was simple; as long as you make it to the last 50, you can go up. So no one wanted to risk their lives and go for the slightly stronger ones.
A muscular, long haired, bearded half giant, with hight of 3 meters stood in one corner of the arena. The area around him was deserted, no one wanted to go closer to him. His eyes were bloodshot, his muscles were twitching, as if pleading for action.
His left hand held an axe, that'd normally take around ten normal people to handle, with ease.
He looked around, with the eyes of a hunter, looking for prey. Then.. He noticed, to his left, there was a bunch of weak looking magicians fighting each other. He smiled savagely, baring his yellowish teeth. Running towards them he swiftly lifted his axe, then... there's no then, in the place the magicians used to stand, was now a bloodbath and mixture of innards.
The spectators drew in a cold breath. Some of them couldn't handle it and started vomiting. Mothers hurriedly covered their children's eyes. The arena went silent for a minute, then most of the contestans started running. They were here to be knights, they had dreams and lives waiting for them. They didn't come here to die without an intact corpse. If they could just make it to the boundary, they'd be safe.
But a good hunter never lets go of his prey.
"AAAAAHHH"
SWISH
"HEEEELP"
SLASH!!
"I WANT MOMMY, AAAHHHH"
SWISH!!
The giant dashed toward the fleeing contestans, leaving a trail of blood behind.
Slowly the constants noticed that those who flee are decapitated first. Tension rose in the air, with the fishy smell of blood, mixed with the retching sounds from the stadiums. It was a scene from hell.
The contestans slowly and carefully started to come together. Trying to steel their hearts against that psychopath. The giant stood in his place, surrounded by bodies and drenched in blood, Flashing a demonic smile.
"HIIII,... The eyes, the eyes are RED, He's controlled by a demon". Suddenly one of the slightly courageous contestans said, while screaming.
The giant slowly looked in his direction, still flashing that frightening smile "Too late, human". The blood stated to evaporate forming red mist above the arena. "None if you would be leaving here tonight". The mist started to congregate, and a feeling of doom engulfed the place. Whatever spell that was, it promised a not so great ending for any of them. Blood magic was known as the only magic that didn't need spirits as a medium. That made it a very destructive one, enough to be considered one of the forbidden ones.
Some of the contestants fell to their knees, with tears and snot streaking down their faces. They were filled with despair, if the spell finished they'd be dead. Yet they had no means to stop it.
Somewhere in the special seats of the audience, was a bald headed teenager. Who was currently pale faced, looking as if he'd rush out any moment. He turned to the black haired boy next to him. He couldn't help a shudder that ran down his spine. This one looked as if they were gazing at flowers, not his best friend possibly doom .
Recalling the cute face of the boy, he couldn't hold back the question, "isn't he your friend. Shouldn't you help him?".
When those icy blue eyes fell into his, he felt death greetings from them. He had goosebumps all over his body. Finally the boy answered coldly "Even Hamsters Knows how to bite, wait. ". And went back to watching to arena. It was only then the teenager, Mallo, knew that his back was drench in cold sweat.