[h2][color=00a651][b]Isaiah Markul[/b][/color][/h2]

Isaiah grimaced at the creature's resilience. Soon after he had struck, his distraction gave several warriors time to close distance and engage it without being counter-attacked. He moved, trying to find a favorable position in the chaos among these unknown warriors... No, soldiers. Their armor was far too uniform for simple colosseum warriors, these men belonged to a nation of some sort. But as they didn't bear any of the iconography he'd seen on city guards or the various areas of the city, they must be from somewhere else. It didn't matter though, what did matter was stopping this creature. 

They fought bravely, but several fell to the monster. He had to congratulate their commander, he seemed fairly able. Despite losses they pushed it back, nearly to the hole. When the commander shouted at him to end it, he pushed aside any irritation at the boy for daring to assume he held any authority over him. Instead, pragmatism won out as he nodded to the man, preparing to do just that. He took a wide, stable stance, holding his arms out behind him. 

With a groan of effort, he focused. All  around him, the rubble began to shake and vibrate as he seized control of as much loose stone as he could. He slowly lifted his arms over his head with supreme effort as a great many stones were lifted a short distance into the air. He swirled his arms, gathering the rocks into a more ordered mass as he stepped forward. He howled out a warning to the warriors in front of him. [color=00a651][b]"MOVE ASIDE! NOW!"[/b][/color] He roared, throwing his arms forward as every muscle screamed for him to stop, the effort of moving such a large amount of heavy objects nearly too much for him to take. Luckily, the soldiers seemed to scramble aside at least...

The stones were sent hurtling at the creature, and would surely have enough force to knock it into the pit and then bury it. He coughed and wheezed, panting with effort as he looked up. Time seemed to slow as he noticed one of the stones on the tail end of the barrage was... off target, and on a course with one of the soldiers near him. He moved to the side, somewhat sluggishly as his body was on its very last reserves of energy. He shouldered the soldier away, collapsing to the ground. 

And then... pain. It was if his entire arm was on fire as his head snapped to his side, seeing to his horror that the stone had crushed his hand. He smacked the stone with his other hand, the roughly torso-sized brick flying about a foot or two away as he clutched his ruined arm, his vision starting to fade somewhat, but not completely. He had stretched himself too far...