The announcer/commentator spoke, "And it looks like Zharkov will allow Shah'Nahul the opening move!" Some members of the crowd were actually on the edge of their seats, ready for the true show. The commentator spoke again, "Uh also Partial Metal Slave, he gave effort... Maybe. Anyway for the real fighters!"

Shah-Nahul shifted his weight back and forth, arms still trailing. He made a low lunge at Zarkhov, aiming for the gut or, failing that, the legs- Shah-Nahul had been on the wrong end of one of Zarkhov's signature breath attacks many a time, and he didn't want to take chances.

Crouching down, Zharkov awaited Shah-Nahul. His arms were held in front of his face, forearms ready to block incoming attacks. As Shah-Nahul closed the distance, Zharkov torqued his shoulder forward, blocking the claw by the wrist using Zharkov's elbows just before the arm could reach his stomach. Stepping forward, Zharkov advanced with his elbow, sliding up the elephant-man's arms to close the distance even more.

Almost too close for comfort, Zharkov attempted to land an elbow strike on Shah-Nahul's left tusk.

Shah-Nahul winced as the blow rattled his teeth, but years of combat meant he did not falter. Instead, he drew his opponent closer still into a bear hug, claws digging deep into the man's back, headbutting his foe all the while.

Zharkov gritted his teeth, stifling a yell as he felt a sharp pain in his back. As Shah-Nahul attempted to headbutt Zharkov, Zharkov slammed his head forward to meet Shah-Nahul's. A bit of blood trickled down from his forehead. A lot of blood spilled from his back.Zharkov thrashed about, attempting to roll on the ground foreword so that Shah-Nahul would absorb the impact of the floor.

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Shah-Nahul hit the floor hard, teeth rattling and stars filling his eyes as his claws burrowed still deeper into his opponent's flesh. He kneed Zharkov in the stomach as the pair rolled across the arena floor hoping to knock the wind out of the Space Russian.

The abs on the Pravadovan tensed, but felt the shock of Shah-Nahul's legs painfully traveling through the torso. Zharkov grunted as he pushed away,grabbing Shah-Nahul's knee, pressing his weight against it.

"Okay. This time." Akira readied himself, and made a second charging dash from the front.

"SPINNING SAMURAI PUNCH!" He launched himself into the air with a spin, bringing his metal hand down like a hammer. "With the help of my ally, this blow is sure to hit!"

"This is no time for workouts, old foe!" Shah-Nahul shouted as his opponent pressed down on the mammoth-man's knee. The crowd was getting restless at the lack of a clear victor- Shah-Nahul wasn't often one to job, but at the speed this fight was going he may not have much choice in the matter- that is, until he glanced up to see the steel-fisted one soar into the air like the great Frahlgootenach, his hands forming a great, shining hammer...

"Oh what is this? Partial Metal Slave is going back for an attack?" The announcer declared, "Perhaps he may actually provi-"

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Senator Vicaver gritted his teeth, as he took the chalice from the table next to him as he slammed it to the ground. It made a loud clang, as it shattered into several pieces. He turned to his slave girl as he barked, "CLEAN THAT UP, PICK EACH INDIVIDUAL PIECE YOU MONGREL!" He sat full upright as he turned to the Magister, who was laughing wildly. "GET OUT!" The Magister laughing wildly, but respected the wishes of the Senator and left.

Vicaver looked down upon Akira, "Why haven't you been broken yet!?" Vicaver balled up his right hand into a fist, as he glanced at the slave girl, who while picking up pieces tried to stealthily move a piece into a pocket to hold onto. Vicaver quickly opened up his right hand as he smacked the slave down onto the tile, as she landed into the shards of the chalice. She yelped in pain, "INSOLENT DOG! BITING FROM THE HAND THAT FEEDS YOU!" Vicaver returned his glance to Akira, ".... YOU. YOU. WILL. BEHAVE, AND BECOME BROKEN!"

Zharkov continued to struggle. He rolled around a few more times before noticing the foolish samurai warrior come at him again. Zharkov then had an idea. He rolled over, and as Akira approached with the expected attack, Zharkov turned around so that Shah-Nahul's back was in between Zharkov and Akira's fist. Zharkov. Zharkov grunted in response to Shah-Nahul's statement, attempting to gain leverage to keep his opponent from escaping.

Shah-Nahul tried deperately to hold down his opponent, and failed. There was a heavy, metallic thunk as Akira's blow came down on the back of Shah-Nahul's head, just above the spine. Darkness flickered on the edge of the mammoth-man's vision- he struggled to keep moving, but this was a battle he could not win. With the very last of his strength, Shah-Nahul let go of Zharkhov, bringing the full weight of his body down in a double-fisted hammer blow.

Unbecoming of him, Zharkov relaxed, thinking it was all over, and he'd be the victor. Then his eyes widened, as he noticed the elephant-slave's hands coming down. Zharkov couldn't react fast enough before the blow knocked him back down over the head, taking the Pravadovan out cold. "...ahhh mlya" were the last things Zharkov could utter before falling to the ground, Shah-Nahul over him, leaving Akira as the victor.

Akira stared carefully at his fist, then at the pair of unconscious, oily men he'd just fought. Not only had he survived, Justice had ensured his victory.

Justice.

"JUSTICE!" he shouted, raising his robotic fist into the air.

Akira stared carefully at his fist, then at the pair of unconscious, oily men he'd just fought. Not only had he survived, Justice had ensured his victory.

Justice.

"JUSTICE!" he shouted, raising his robotic fist into the air.

The crowd grew dim, there was not a sound before the announcer spoke up, "... T-the Partial Metal Slave has won...Akira Tokugawa." The crowd paused for a moment, before there was some clapping. Then it grew, and spread, as the stadium erupted in cheering. "Akira! Akira!"

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Senator Vicaver was grinding his teeth side to side, as he glanced at the slave girl who was taken out by other slaves, due to the injuries she suffered. A smaller slave, covered in a dark green hide was on the ground scrubbing up blood with a sponge. Senator Vicaver glanced at the slave as he struck him with a balled up fist. He glanced down at the crowd, his face turning red, as he continued grinding his teeth. "... SLAAAAAVE! YOU WILL BE BROKEN!"

"JUSTICE CANNOT BE BROKEN." Akira shouted back at his captor.

"JUSTICE IS ETERNAL. JUSTICE IS FREEDOM. JUSTICE IS LIFE." he shouted, raising his fist with a victory screech.

Senator Vicaver continued grinding his teeth as he held both of his arms on the top of his head. "GWAAAAAAH! NO! NO! NO! THE GODDESS CAN'T STAND FOR THIS! MORE IMPORTANTLY!" Senator Vicaver pointed his right thumb towards himself, "I WON'T STAND FOR THIS!" Senator Vicaver smirked as he casually got up, taking a simple stride towards a large communicator across the room. Vicaver began pressing a variety of buttons as a holographic image crackled to life. "... I want to give the "Victor" of this match a nice surprise. After all, it isn't a Festival of Beasts without a bit more bloodshed..." The Senator pressed another button as the holographic image disappeared. He walked back as he sat down, giggling a bit. "Oh no Slave... I won't let you get away with this. Your insolence must be punished. You defy the Laws of Praeclara slave..." Senator Vicaver spat down as he raised his right leg to rest on the left. He leaned forward as he rested his right hand on his chin. A grin curled on his face, "But more importantly you defy ME. And I can't possibly let you get away with that." He giggled a bit, as he watched the arena below.

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From the crowd, there was a growing roar of enthusiasm from the lower levels. The commoners of Praeclara were cheering at this, while the other Senators and members of the higher were eyeing this braggart cautiously. A few guards in the crowd were already escorting some of the more rowdy peasants by the sword. The Announcer spoke, "Well, well... It appears that we have a special request from the Esteemed Senator Vicaver Kaeso Agorix!" The gateway opened up once more as a pack of creatures ran out. "Behold! The Wildstone Pack!"

The "Pack" as it was called were composed of three creatures of the same type. They had dark brown eyes, elongated snouts, stood approximately at six feet, when on the full hind-legs, their front legs were far less muscular than the hindlegs, but had far longer fingers with a sharp crystalline claws. They all had a dark grey scaled hide, which had a series of small dark blue prods sticking out from the back. One of the three growled out, "AUWOOOOO! GGRRRR...." It stared at Akira, as it licked its maw, revealing large rows of long sharp fangs.

The Announcer spoke, "AND THE FESTIVAL OF BEAST CONTINUES! HOW WILL PARTIAL METAL GET OUT OF THIS ONE!?"
Five Cyconoids, all of whom were wearing a set of sleek dark grey power armor, minus the head, stepped into the ring. They were carrying a stretcher, as they placed Zharkov and Shah'Nahul onto them, and began heading out, except the fifth one, who was carrying a trident.
Khaa glanced at Akira, as he tossed a trident, "... Fine job against Zharkov. Take this, you'll need it." Khaa nodded at Akira before he followed the other four out.
The Wildstone Pack ignored the Cyconoids taking the other gladiators out, but focused solely on Akira.

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Senator Vicaver breathed in and out for a bit, before he threw both of his arms up in the air, "WHO WAS THAT GUARD!? IF THAT SLAVE GETS OUT OF THIS ALIVE..." Vicaver was grinding his teeth as he clenched his left fist, "I will make sure that one -doesn't-."

"Alright..." Akira caught the trident, and spun it around his body. "If it means getting out and serving up some justice, I'll fight them!"

He pointed the tri-tip of the weapon at the beasts ahead of him. "So come at me! Let's go!"