I'm led into the pit and my opponent... is Mavro? Why? No, there's no use in trying to find a reason in this hell. Mavro stares at me, stunned. He doesn't want to hurt me, and I will never hurt him. He took a whipping for me; this is the least I can do...
"I give up!" I say, loud and firm. So what if I'm a slave? I will not be forced to fight my first friend.
Mavro looks at me in disbelief; I want to laugh. He looks so silly.
The fat owner, on the other hand, smiles. It's quite nauseating to see his fat, squishy lips curl into a smile.
Four guards enter the pit with a tied man... no, that thing can't be called a man. They struggle to hold him.
I don't feel like smiling anymore.
Mavro looks pale... paler than me.
"The Butcher", they announce the monster's name. This will be a death match. A slaughter, more like.
The pit isn't that big, nor is it small. There aren't many shadows for me to hide in, besides the walls...
trouble... I am in trouble.
They allow me to take a wepon, as to make my slaughtering more entertaining. There isn't much to choose from... everything in the pile of scrap they allow me to search is either broken or dull.
I pick up two daggers. They're light, but dull. My opponent doesn't have any wepons, he is the wepon, at least ten times my size, muscles bigger than my body.
This monster... is slow... he has an insane amount of strength but his as slow as my grandma!
I can work with this...
Is what I thought until the monster charged at me with tremendous speed, I dodged. The wall behind me was dented... an iron wall. The Butcher was slow, until he charged at me but it seems he can only go straight, when charging.
His like a bullet. No... a cannonball.
The monster opens his mouth wide, drool drips down. Then it snaps shut as he charges towards me. Mavro told me how to fight bigger opponents in the pit.
The monster charges... into nothing, except the wall. His prey is gone, so it seems. The Butcher's wild eyes search for the prey... the meat. His mouth drools. Then his eye's widen, realizing something, but it is too late.
A wolf springs out from the mud.
Cutting the monsters right leg tendon. I don't stop there., using my daggers to stab into the monsters back as if climbing a mountain, I stab my way up.
My eyes glow dangerously, my prey is within my grasp.
The monster simply shakes the irritating fly off. He won't make the same mistake.
He stomps and stomps, all the mud flat, looking down at the flat pit, satisfied. The crowd laugh, upsetting him. 'Do they think I'm stupid? I'll eat them!'
He's suddenly pierced with a sharp pain in his thick neck.
I never fell off.
My body is so light the monster couldn't tell the difference. So I just kept climbing, without stabbing of course. It was difficult, the monsters back is big and every time he stomped, I was on the verge of falling off. Nevertheless I succeeded in stabbing the monster in the neck, though the blade of the dagger broke, upon impact. Before I could stab the second dagger, I was violently thrown off. Smashing into the mud. Losing consciousness for a moment.
My head feels light... why's everything so bright?
Mavro is shouting something... what?, oh right, I'm fighting to the death.
"Get up you idiot!" Mavro shouts, panicked.
My body springs up before my brain can retract. Crap... the monster towers over me. He's mad, hot breath and drool flowing out his ugly mouth. He's eyes burn with malice and hunger.
Hungry to devour me...
Well if I'm going to die... it'll be with my dagger in your throat.
Boom. The sound of my ribs being cracked as the monsters kicks me with his bloody leg. I slam into the iron wall and stagger down into the mud.
The monster smashes his fist down, attempting to mash me like a potato. I evade by a hair's breadth. Slashing his arm as I do. He grabs me with his other arm. Putting me in a choke hold... crap.
He's squeezing the life out of me...
I can't stab, so I bite. Brutality, like a beast, like a wolf. It has little effect. I'm Running out of air...
Just as I do, the monster sways... he's lost alot of blood. To much. The Butcher topples over, falling roughly onto the flattened mud. His arm still wrapped around me.
I lay weakly on his huge chest, barely conscious. I lift my arm feebly, then stike my dagger down with all my remaining strength, straight into the monsters throat.
The crowd is silent. The Owner is silent.
Mavro cheers, loudly.
***
I awake in my cell. It's cold. My body hurts, especially my ribs... I hope Mavro is ok, his back was so bloody.
I survived, I need to do more than just survive though.
Mavro hasn't even taken a breath of fresh air... yet. He said his been in this hell since he was just a baby... I can't imagine how hard his fought to survive.
Heavy footsteps approach. I already know who.
The fat Owner taps his cane on the iron door, which keeps me confined. "Quite the show you put on, little wolf. Quite the show indeed. But you see... you weren't supposed to win, no... rather, you shouldn't have been able too. I'm impressed." He says, without a smile, his voice is cold.
"You see, the Butcher was quite an entertaining fellow. Ripping sea monsters and men apart was quite the spectical for my guests. You on the other hand... small and weak. What can you do, besides hide in the mud?"
"Open the door and find out." I tell him, chillingly.
The fat man flinches, then chuckles as if not scared by a mere slave. 'Why should I be scared?', The Owner thinks to himself. Cold sweat dripping down his back.
'Yes, thats right. A caged beast is a dead one... so why... does this beast look like it's about to rip my eyes out...'
"B-Be prepared for tomorrow! You will regret talking back to me, when that 'thing' crawls down your throat!" The fat man shouts, before waddling away.
Sigh. I wonder what Mavro is up too...