[@wierdw][@Milkman]
The bear bellowed. Clawing up the parasite before clumsily unbuckling his metal armor and throwing it aside. Then, before he could stomp the naked, shattered, and battered stoneman, a sharp pain assaulted him at the back of his head. It was Kaito who jumped with his blade, trying to impale the beast's gigantic head with his thin blade. 

But the werebear's skull was as thick and hard as stone. Lacking sufficient strength and entering at the wrong angle caused the blade to slide sideward, ripping his scalp from the back of his head all the way to his ear. With a sheer of primal rage, the Bear tried to reach this cowardly backstabber. His right hand was injured but his left hand was free, and he was this close to grappling Kaito and subjecting him to a gruesome punishment. 

Before more people could get mauled, a crystal arrow came whistling in and bit deep into the Werebear's muzzle. His rampages faltered in a loud gasp, and a pained grunt followed as he tried to reach for the jutting fletchings.

Standing on four, the werebear was pretty much alive, but struggle to keep his balance. His bloody scalp hung like a piece of carpet, revealing the thick skull that gleamed akin to a big chunk of marble. Everyone in front of him was ready to end him, but then a voice rang. 

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[color=fff200][b]"Ohhh! Poor little lady! I hope she's not dead! I really do! Isn't her pretty face a fresh change in our little bloody game? Yes, yes, I can hear you hiss. I'm a fair commentator, and I put my career and reputation on the line to say that! No mistake! But still! I'll play along-- did Ted the Executor managed to bash in this pretty little face of hers?"

"--w-what the hell is that? Jumping from the shadow! Is that a Gollum? Crawler? A very ugly Ghoul?! Isn't that guy dead already!? Can someone--- oh wait, what in the hell! He is naked! And he burned the poor Ted! Oh! he forced the champion to disrobe! Ohhhh! He fucked him so bad look at that stone asscheeks! Goodness gracious I told you to not blink but this is disgusting, and I have seen a lot of and described shit to entertain you all! And finally that Gollum let go! It should be easy for Ted to crush him now--

Watch out watch out! It was Lady Stritzel's second favorite! Doing a sneak attack on her first favorite! What is this? A fight for Lady's favor! Whatever it is, Ted is in trouble right now! I don't know about you, but don't like this! Ladies and gents... I really do!
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There was no shrill anymore except, even from the announcer who watched in disbelief. A shrieking fleabag Stritzel again demanded to forfeit the match, but nobody listened to her until gradually her demand came in a hurtful plea. Please! Stop the match! That fifty grand's all yours! Stop this. My boy is suffering!" 

Then in desperation, she shouted at the fighters below, to those who really could decide the fate of her pet bear. "Champions! You have won! Please spare him! I beg you. I-I will see you compensated! Teddy My sweet Teddy Gugu! Stay there and don't fight them. You have done enough! Mommy's proud of you!" 


Still, nobody listening. Not a single noble up there knew what the Guild Master had planned. That he intended to use all of the champions to kill these unplanned contestants and sow profit from selling their injured bodies. And now, seeing his plan had crumbled before him, the man stormed off from his throne. 

[b][color=0076a3]"Seal the arena! Recall all of our men. The bombings were obviously their doing!" [/color][/b]

[color=fff200][b]"But Master, Grond is still there!"[/b][/color]

[b][color=0076a3]"Do I look like giving a damn? Do it, and silence that Strezel bitch![/color][/b]

[color=fff200]"So the match is over? Wait, boss? Boss?!!" [/color]

When the announcer looked at the arena again, he had nothing to comment on. Everything had gone to the south, and it became even more apparent when he saw the elf woman launching another dazzling arrow at the trap door... which had already been rigged with two similar arrows. 

The explosion was massive it did not only blow the door away but also destroyed the surrounding wall and launched a good chunk of stone across the arena. Not even waiting for the dust to be settled, another arrow launched, and that time, the Announcer only knew two things:

That the portcullis gate would soon be history, and he needed to find a new job. 


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[@Remuri]
With Gerrald calling the match off, confusion filled the entire tribune. Some were angry, some had enough sense to smell trouble and go home without a fuss. Some were still watching the fight eagerly. The first ranker having a duel with an unknown fighter was a rare sight, and they wanted to be the ones who see the end of it, after all the ticket was paid and the guild offered no refunds. 


Chounan did not care. His focus had sealed him from any disturbance of the mortal world and solely directed his attention to his enemy. The furious slash came swiftly, but all in the world seemed predictable in his eyes. He formed a stance, and then the blow exchanged. Metal clangs and bone severed. But was not his. 

The werewolf had his arm slid away from him, and the next attack came like a violent hurricane. He managed to move his head before the small human could score a fatal blow on it, but he didn't predict it when the blade bite his shoulder deep and cleaved his chest open. Grond the Champion staggered for a moment before slumping to the gravel.