376 Yursk V : Jason The Nameless

I made my way through the long hallway in front of me, I could still hear the goblin and her guards chuckling behind me, like I was some sort of joke. I guess maybe to them, I am. However on a normal day, all. I have to do is sneeze and they're all dust and completely wiped out from existence. But I had to do this, to set roots on this planet and figure our who and what was going on here.

Honestly this feels like I was starting my story allover again, but nevertheless it wasn't that bad, obviously this was a starting point that was much better than my first. When I got to the end of the tunnel there was a metal gate in front of me, the gate itself has been rusted a dull reddish brown by age and copies amount of blood that seems to have dried on it, guess this gladiator games were brutal as hell.

Beyond the gate was a short incline that led into the arena, I could hear screams and sounds of weapons clashing from beyond, but I couldn't see anything. I don't know if it was an architectural flaw or it was by design, but being unable to see the carnage on the other side but hear it is bound to cause no small amount of anxiety within individuals who were preparing for a fight. They would practically be sitting on pins and needles.

Eventually the fight came to an end, and for a mental there was a lull in the screams of the people observing, like they were waiting with baited breaths for a highlight, for the climax of the fight. The sound of metal slicing through air rang out in my ears, quickly followed by a wet sound and the sound of metal hitting bone. The crowd went wild, but even through their screams I noticed that the sound of the sword moving happened three more times, before there was a dull thud, prompting and even louder tirade from the crowd.

I couldn't see, but from what I could hear, the sword that was just used to cut of a person's head was either too blunt, or the person was too weak to take off a head in one stroke. Death would not have come easy for his opponent, I couldn't help but shake my head. It's hard to see redemption for us, because no matter what universe, or planet, humanity's capabilities for harm, bloodshed and violence is unmatched by any entity, physical or spiritual that has ever existed since the dawn of time, we were monsters.

"Folks hold on to your seat cause this next fight will leave shocked and gasping for breath. It has the potential of being the greatest bout this arenas has ever seen, or maybe the most disappointing.

In the blue corner we have a nameless fighter who placed a significant wager on himself, and all for the chance to fight our champions. But that's not the least of it, this young man who has no idea how high the skies are and how deep the seas go has decided to challenge our five! Strongest! Warriors!"

The whole arena went silent for a while, the people watching began to whisper between each other, surprised and shocked by the sudden turn of event, who coils be so foolish as to decide to fight all five of the coliseum's best. Warriors that were not even allowed to fight each other due to the great chaos they could cause, or the fact that they're s close in strength it would be hard to determine who is the strongest. As far as these people were concerned, I was fully and completely out of my mind, and all that waited for me was a very ugly and painful death.

"Yes folks this is the height of stupidity and arrogance! But never the less the rules of this arenas states that everyone has a chance, everyone can challenge anyone for a chance at glory, fame, and fortune. So without further ado I shall introduce our champions first. Terius Nightjaw! Monica Satanica! Jorgen Doomist! Brutus skullsmasher! And our undisputed champion, the manslayer Bawa Bawa!"

Bawa Bawa.....seriously what the hell kind of name is that. Did his parents hate the sight of his face or something. Since when you first put Manslayer in front of his name, you would feel a little Apprehensive and scared, but then boom! His given name is Bawa Bawa, and you can't help but ask yourself if this guy was probably some sort of tropical fruit.

"And finally introducing our soon to be dead challenger who never gave his name, so I guess I'll just have to give him a random name, hmm...…Jason the nameless!"

Now that was just rude, but as the gate rose before me and I matched into the arenas I couldn't help the smile on my face. The universe works in mysterious ways, not that I appreciated being called nameless, but Jason is or rather was my name. A lifetime ago, back on a simple planet called earth, a criminal prosecutor who's bark was just as painful as his bite. I guess I don't mind being called Jason, for what I'm about to do, my old name works just fine.

There was a blistering heat above the area, move opponents were humans for the most part, but each of them had rather unique appearances and dispositions.

They looked very ready to kill, but in my opinion, they looked prime to die. I had no idea who was who since their names were called when I wasn't looking, but one of the fighters, a man with a massive hammer that had a bloodied and very rusted spike shoved into it took the first action.

He ran towards me, swinging the hammer with a little too much ease as he advanced with pure malice etched on his face. When he had gotten close enough, he raised his hammer over his head and his brought it down, probably aiming to smash my skull in. He was fast, and given that he was rather bulky, that came as a surprise to me.

I moved to the side as his hammer smashed into the ground besides me; raising dust and pebbles into the air. He grabbed the hammer with both hands and attempted a side swing, but I moved forward, gliding across the ground as I ran my claws across his neck. Even with most of my godly ability sealed, all of my vampire mojo was still in intact, not to mention my dragon side. It was much too easy for me to use my racial abilities against him.

I looked at his friends with a smile, but then turned after a few seconds passed. The hammer wielding guy was just standing there. I frowned, I guess gravity doesn't always work when you want it to. I waved my hand, slapping the already sliced head off his shoulders as I looked at his friends, amidst the gasps of awe and shock from the viewers in coliseum."

"Who's next?"