The sounds of cheering echo throughout the Colosseum as the hundreds of patrons who filled the stands cried out for blood. Every last person in attendance was from a noble background, Barons, Dukes, Marquess, and many others holding high ranks could be seen cheering.
A Man in nothing but scraps of cloth and holding a chipped sword stood before another man, one in a full coat of armor with a polished sword, on one side a low-ranking adventurer who had been passed over for his younger more talented brother for the right of their father's land, and on the other, one of the many slaves who called the Colosseum's lower level his home.
The adventurer had come to the Colosseum to blow off steam and had demanded a high-light battle. He had fought in the Colosseum once many years ago, it was common for the challenger to keep the slave if they brought in enough of a crowd to cover the cost of replacing them, the reason he had come was that the slave girl he had won in his first battle had been taken from him in the Kingdome of the Elves.
Even now he was still fuming that his property had been taken, the reasons given being that in the Elf country, all creatures who understood they were capable of having the desire to be free were permitted to live free. This philosophy had been spread across the continent the Elves called home.
He had only been on the continent because of a well-paying cargo protection job. He had told his toy to keep her mouth shut, but she had blabbed the second she saw an elf and was whisked away at top speed.
The local authority had simply called him human garbaged when he reported a stolen item.
Upon getting back he had come to the Colosseum, planning to one-up the elves and get himself an elf slave and have her pay for the crimes of her people, but the rules had been changed.
For whatever reason to fight a slave and take them home the challenger had to win a fight against the King of the Colosseum. He was still allowed to fight plain slaves but he wasn't allowed to keep or even kill them.
"Dam Princess," He muttered angrily "Punk ass kid trying to but into matters, she doesn't understand, slaves don't need rights, the owners just need insurance for when the useless sacks of flesh die or run away,"
The Colosseum was in the capital of the Kingdom of Ry, and The First Born Princess was attempting to push reforms for the abolishment of the Slave trade, seemingly convinced the countries of their neighboring continent, the Continent of Tort, would band together should their citizens continue to be kidnaped and sold.
The King had shut her up with a well-placed use of his hand, but the damage was done, the Princess was still the laughingstock of the country for her ridiculous words.
The Kingdom of Ry was nearly as large, if not larger than Tort in its entirety. More importantly, however, those of that country mingled with sub-humans, even taking them on as mates, and by the holy words of the three gods, that made all who were born there sub-human themself.
"She's young and stupid, doesn't understand the importance of Humanity, all who are not human are nothing," To strike that point home, the adventurer beat the slave to the cheers of the crowd until a bell sounded that the slave was done, he still hit him once more just to make the crowd that much happier.
The man before him was either born in that country or had been born here in the Colosseum, either way, it meant his blood was tainted and the only mercy that was owed to him was that of death, but not a quick one, they needed to suffer for their crimes against humanity.
A few Colosseum guards picked the Slave up and dragged him back to the large doors that were across from the royal spectator's box, despite its name only the woman who owned the Colosseum could be seen sitting in it.
"Send me the king," He demanded with vigor, having been told that if he could, he was allowed to kill them "I'll be taking his worthless head and offering it up to the gods for his crimes against humanity,"
The crowd answered his cheer with one of their own and he held up his sword, the guards opened the gates once more and brought out his opponent.
He laughed, how could he not, this 'King' was a woman, and to his utmost pleasure upon seeing her ears, it was an elf. He waited as the guards carefully unhooked the chains that locked the cuffs on her arms around the collar on her neck.
Once they were detached from the collar the 'King' began wrapping the chains around her upper arms as the guards walked away without handing her so much as a stick to defend herself with. As a child he had been told that men had a greater aptitude for physical strength, and women had nearly three times that level of aptitude when it came to magical power, and he had yet to be proven wrong in that theory, a properly trained man could punch though a foot of solid steel, and a well-trained woman could melt that same steel without breaking a sweat.
The Colosseum had all its slaves issued a set of anti-magic cuffs and an anti-magic collar to keep them from revolting since there were roughly ten time the female slaves to every one male slave.
There had to be, beating on a woman and doing horrible things to her had been a very popular way to get an audience up until a few years back. As such the woman ended up being taken or just plain killed far more often than the men.
He readied his sword for this joke of a King and charged. She didn't react to his movements, clearly too slow, he raised his sword and swung down not at her head but at her ragged burlap sack of a dress.
Since he could do as he pleased to her he was gonna make a show out of having some fun with her, some light torcher and a little stress release before the execution, and it started with removing her covering. Just as it was about to touch to fabric his sword was stopped.
It took him a moment to realize what had stopped his blade, she had stopped it, not with her metal cuff or with the chains wrapped tightly around her arms, but with her hand, up close she could see she her fingers were razor sharp, using her forefinger and thumb she twisted it out of his grasp and tossed it to the ground. He swung a metal-clad fist at her and hit her full in the face.
She didn't budge, didn't flinch, didn't even so much as close her eyes, She just stared at him with a blank expression before grabbing his arm,
Agony erupted as her spindly fingers ripped into the metal and his arm, as she did that she smiled at him with a sadistic glint in her eye, and then she spoke.
"I'm gonna have fun breaking you," She decided before snapping his arm like a twig, The pain was beyond anything he had ever experienced before in his life, hevaugly reaclled doing this exact thin to his first slaves, whitch had died the follow day from the untreated wound.
"Impossible," He screamed out as blood leaked out of his ruined arm "No Woman could be strong enough to do this," His words came out with a sob as the pain began making him cry "It's some sort of illusion magic,"
"Me? A Woman?" She asked with a laugh "Sorry to disappoint but I'm all man, at least where it counts," She Punched him and he felt a pain he had only ever felt once when a drunk Oger had kneed him at a bar in Tort. He lost all the air in his lungs and felt several ribs crack as he was sent flying across the ground, skidding and causing more pain to his existing injuries.
Before he could even try to stand up She placed her foot firmly onto his chest and continued grinning at him with a look in her eye that seemed equally amused as it was filled with hate.
"You…can't…" She laughed at him as he tried to speak before repositioning her foot and using it to instead slam his face into the dirt.
"Can't be a man?" She asked "I could tell you the long sad story," She pressed his face so hard he felt a new source of pain as a tooth cracked against another one "But why should I give a shit if you understand it or not?" The King removed his foot from his opponent's face and straddled him around the chest. Without another word, the King began wailing on the Adventurer, with each strike of his fist a chunk of armor broke off, metal creaked, and bones cracked.
In response to this, the crowd was screaming out to the King, the cries however, were not for the King to stop, they were demanding he do more. In response to their demands, the King Got to hit feet, dragging the Adventure to the door he had exited out of, and proceeded to hold him like a battering ram before slamming him against the door, once, twice, thrice!
On the third time he turned and flung his opponent across the field, he tumbled across the ground and stopped with his face in the dirt.
The Jingle of the chains around the King's arms where the only sound remaining in the colosseum as he walked up to his opponent and looked up at the royal spectator's box. The owner, a woman named Chara Elizabeth, stepped to the edge so all in attendance could see her, a Beautiful young woman with long scarlet red hair and piercing blue eyes, unbeknownst to the challenger she was, ironically, the very princess trying to dissolve the slave trade, and had been put in charger of the slave colosseum so she would learn her lesson on it's importance.
She wore a deep maroon-colored Jacket buttoned only in the middle, Over her heart was a silver and gold medallion in the shape of a wing showing she had something akin to military authority, She wore a pair of deep black pants with a pair oh shining black heels.
She looked down at the man who had just been beaten to a pulp, she had given him a contract to sign for participating in the Colosseum and still smiled at how he had signed it without reading so much as a word.
He had signed and given his express consent that no legal action could be taken against the Colosseum should he be killed in a fight. It was impressive how many where foolish enough to sign, seeing how it was completely optional she assumed most thought they had to sign it so they could be allowed to kill the King, although a few other's had agreed for more dubious reason, it still amused her to this moment as she watched the man try to make his broken body move.
If she let him live he would just become a problem and try to take revenge against the King, Her, or even the Colosseum in general. She already had enough problems dealing with her older siblings and their attempts to do just that due to the massive humiliation they had all felt at the Kings hand, and she wasn't about to let another person, however small they might be, pose the same problem.
She held up her arms and crossed them together, making an X with them. The Silence was destroyed in an instant, the crowd was thrown into chaos as they screamed in delight at what was about to happen, the King had just been granted permission to do as he pleased with his opponent with the promise of no punishment should they die.
With their cheers came another sound, the King was bellowing with laughter, had he not been cursed it might have been a heavy sound but his feminine voice had a special spine-tingling effect on the crowd, and they ate it up.
"This will increase the revenue for the next few days," Chara decided as she sat down in the chair that was supposed to be reserved for her father the king of the country.
The country had dozens of Colosseums littered about its major cities, and the King would visit them once or twice a year for a grand event. As this one was in the capital there had once been a time where he would visit every few days.
Then he had fallen for her trap, a trap set up by herself and the very monster that was currently beating the life out of the pathetic man who had barged into her office without an appointment, demanding she give him a beautiful woman to fight.
"Sorry I couldn't quite meet your demands," she chuckled darkly as the screams reached their peak and the King let out a laugh filled with malice, she smiled sweetly, she did so love it when her dear King was enjoying himself.