The sound of blood spilling onto the marble floor filled the dead air. Crimson liquid pooled at Sion's feet as he stood there with his breath coming out in slivers of steam. His body was hot and soon becoming cold the more blood he lost. His long blue curls were a mess around his figure. His shirt and hood were torn and blood trailed down from his shoulder where a large bite mark lay in all of its glory.
The man that stood before him only had cuts and bruises along his torso and chin. Sion had gotten a few strikes in on the man but it would turn out to be fruitless. The man's heavy feet shook the floor as he approached Sion. Grabbing him by the roots of his hair in a single hand. Sion held no weapon. His body was hurt and he posed no threat however that did not stop the sadistic man from lifting Sion from his feet. The crowd slowly began to cheer again as the large man's fist reared itself back, preparing for a devastating strike. As the cheers grew louder, Sion's breath grew heavier under stifled moans of pain.
At first there was silence. Then the shockwave of the man's fist crashing into Sion's chest shook the stands and sent the feline male flying into the wall. First, the sight of Sion's blood spilling from his mouth greeted the man's eyes. Then the dust that was kicked up from the impact filled the air between them. The man raised his fist in rejoice and turned away from where he had sent Sion flying, only to see his own view turn upside down within the fraction of a moment along with the sound of his neck snapping loudly.
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The sound of static crackling loudly filled the space whereas the crowd became nothing but hushed whispers. Golden strings of pure electricity surged around Sion's body as he was sitting upon the giant demon's shoulders. His fingers ended in razor sharp claws that had dug themselves into the man's scalp and chin. The look of feral rage twisted and contorted Sion's once beautiful face.
Sion strained to control himself as he felt the rapid approach of a bloodlust filling his veins and heart. His plush lips parted to reveal rather sharp canines meant for tearing flesh. With the sudden flourish of his body, Sion's teeth dug into the larger man's neck as he wrapped his arms around the man, forcing the both of them to fall.
Sion cared little about the cheers that now erupted as the crowd watched the macabre display. He needed to be sated. His tongue toyed with the blood that now spilled across it. His palette dancing in jubilation as a thirst was quenched. With a loud and debilitating snap, the flesh of the man's throat sat snuggly between the smaller man's teeth. Slowly, he stood. The lightning that once surged around him dissipated as his heart calmed. His once vibrant eyes dulled as he stared down at the dead man. The flesh of throat that continued to dance along his tongue was spat out and slowly he turned to walk out of the pit.
He knew this was the life of the people who chose to fight, himself included. Yet, he never killed any of his opponents. Or even experienced what he had during this fight. A blood covered hand raised itself to hold his forehead and eye as he used the other to push the gates open. Yet he was not able to get far past the gate before being stopped by a man wearing robes that told of his political power. It was the Dominus of this region. He was littered with gold, he was also large with gluttony and greed just like the current ruler of this land.
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"You wanted me to die..Ohta." Sion's soft voice whispered beneath the veil of physical pain. His dull eyes stared daggers at the man who so happily stood before him. He noticed the small bag of coin in the man's heavily ring-covered hand.
"Oh poor boy. If I wanted you dead. I'd do it myself." Ohta slowly reached out his free hand and gripped Sion by the chin. He forced the smaller man to come closer and look at him. "Now, be a good boy and accept this money with gratitude. If it wasn't for me providing you with a way to make money without offering up your holes like your mother. Your sisters would know no peace." He grumbled slowly before releasing Sion's face only to take the back of his hand across Sion's face. The rings that the man wore placed thin and long cuts across Sion's cheek. Sion's head snapping to the right from the force before falling over. Sion was weak, the blood he lost during his fight made sure of that as it continued to slowly spill from the teeth holes in his shoulder.
Ohta laughed harshly before tossing the bag onto the ground beside Sion, allowing the coin to spill forth. Slowly Ohta kneeled beside Sion's collapsed form as Sion stared at him through a single eye as the other was shut from the pain. A soft whisper brushed against Sion's neck as the man lifted him by the shirt. "However, when you're ready to offer yourself to me in tribute. I will be waiting."
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And with that, Sion was left on the ground in a pool of his own blood. His breath labored and eyes closed as he was no longer conscious. Luckily, Sir Umbra was within the crowd watching as Sion fought. He had found him in the hall which led out of the arena as he had rushed after him once the fight was concluded. He witnessed all that had transpired between the two and rushed his way over to the collapsed feline named Sion.
Sir Umbra gathered Sion's meager winnings and lifted him onto his shoulder.
"You did well...You did so good.." Sir Umbra whispered as he carried Sion from the halls and through the woods. He'd never seen Sion hurt so badly, not just physically but emotionally as well. He knew exactly what Sion needed. And he would see to it that it would be received.