"Fucking hell…"
A rather hoarse voice reverberated across the arena, striking terror into the hearts of the players. Flames burst at that voice, the ground shaking with much intensity as the creature stepped forth.
With a wrinkly, crimson body that had defined muscles, along with only a pair of ripped shorts covering its lower body, it was safe to say that the creature was rather unique.
With sharp, stark black horns that protruded from its forehead, along with an expression of annoyance as it spat on the ground, the creature flicked its wrist, washing away its dark blood-covered body.
Casting a sidelong glance at his surroundings, the creature cocked its head. "Where the fuck am I?"
This was somewhat akin to Hell, but not nearly as intense. It was like a mild, quite pitiful set designed to mimic Hell. The creature sneered, mocking those who had the nerve to try to imitate the appearance of its home.
