The body of the Great Jackal fell with a loud thud on the ground, and a pool of blood quickly formed below it's lifeless form. Its head rolled to the side of the Arena, and the malevolent light within its eyes dimmed into oblivion.
Raph landed on the ground with ease, the aura dissipating into the air, as his gaze drifted to his handiwork.
"Hmm..nothing better than a dead Jackal..". He said with a sigh, turning away to scan the stands.
He noticed the changes that had occurred, and not to his surprise, everything had played out as he expected.
Despite the large number of Devo babies, their strength was a far cry from strong when singled out.
And the twelve great families had made quick work of them, and that included the dome that blocked the people.
Kira Merlin had brought it down before the carnage escalated.
Another sigh escaped his lips.
