The howls made him open his eyes.
"TAGNOK!", scread voices. "TAGNOK!".
Rhett looked around, he was on the floor, a sandy floor in a stadium . Now this wasn’t the regular stadium he had fought the demon slayer, this looked different.
The stadium was circular and built in an ancient roman style, the seats for the spectators carved one of stone and everything out of stone. Essedas- two wheeled horse carriages were packed at the sides.
The howls and chants of the crowd bood into Rhett’s eardrums and he quickly dismissed them as truculent beings. The setting to him, based on his brain’s calculations, was a gladiator-like stadium, ancient looking, with beasts in shields and bucklers passing around, their nose shifting sideways as they sniffed the air.
Horses were packed at one corner, their eyes bent down, their mouths busy chewing sothing hidden from the natural eyes. Rhett tried to move forward a bit, and in doing so, felt that his clothing was heavy. He touched and felt it only to realize that it was a Knight’s armor, a beige cloak hung over it.
A small dragon flew in the air and suddenly swooped down and landed in the middle of the stadium. A goblin in a top hat, climbing off it, a microphone in hand and a smirk on its face.
"Welco to another round of [THE SACRIFICE]. Occasionally, warriors pass the place with the golden grasses and co here, to the ti realm of monsters. It is a must they battle, at least they must as they have no choice."
"TAGNOK!", roared the crowd.
"Correct!", scread the top hat goblin into the microphone in an eccentric manner. "This is king Rhett, the newly elected king of the dragon slayers."
The spectators gasped for a short mont and then exploded into shouts of joy. Rhett couldn’t but hide a face of grimace in disdain. This audience was happy that he was being forced to fight so monsters. They were chanting that he was risking his life for nothing. For sothing he considered rubbish.
The goblin shouted into the microphone again: "Halt it your bloodsuckers!", it shouted.
The crowd gasped.
The goblin laughed and expressed an expression to follow it.
"That was a joke fellas, don’t get it personal", the top hat goblin said.
The crowd sighed unisonly and Rhett had to note that this was kinky.
"et TAGNOK!", said the top hat goblin pointing to a large closed iron gate. The shut gate suddenly opened slowly and a large bulky beast ca out of it. It walked in slow, calculated steps , walking forward till it was out of the place where his body components were hidden.
"TAGNOK,!", exclaid the crowd. The beast seed to be quite a popular figure.
The beast looked like a standing boar with a mixture of a big pig. It had a large face, with two teeths coming out of its mouth. Its eyes were big, very big bloodshot things that intimidated anyone who could spare a stare. It had furs all over its body and a twisted horn that swirled together - that’s how really twisted it was.
"He’s a type T beast, inner demon", said the goblin. "I honestly doubt anyone can survive this fella but I always fancy a miracle so let’s see".
Rhett swallowed a large gulp of saliva and then he let reality dawn on him. This was a monster he couldn’t beat. No matter the help the slayer hex offered could change it, he thought. TAGNOK hit its chest now, shaking his head repeatedly sideways and on its face a very vicious smile.
"Only one man had survived and later he died just a few hours after returning to the real world of wounds sustained.", said the top hat goblin. "Now, the king of the dragon slayers will be fighting together with four other n, prisoners by the way. Note, there are seven types of the ti realm monsters - type G (godbreath), type T (therrets), type J(junnigghts), type F( Flokkars), type S(suntars), type K(klauhiar) and type B(bloodfurs)".
’Interesting’, thought Rhett , terrified by just the nas of the types of monsters. He looked around the stadium and saw, almost near him, four n clothed in knights’ armors and different colours of cloaks to go with it.
"Now", the top hat goblin ca on the microphone again. "Kill the infamous TAGNOK and you’ll survive but if you don’t, then I guess it’s goody bye for you, hehehe!".
He climbed onto his small dragon and snapped his fingers, making the creature to slowly fly up, then with a large voice, he said into the microphone:
"Let the battle begin!". The small dragon took to full wings and was way up in the skies now.
Rhett and the other four n ran over to where shields and swords laid by the wall. They picked up a shield and sword each, briskly running over to where essedas stood, ready to be ridden. It was only three and Rhett had to join a man on his while the other two shared one and the remaining man rode only one, solo. A stallion horse each on the front of the esseda, pulling it.
TAGNOK just waited for their preparations, just chilling, not wanting to rush anybody. When they were through and were charging down at him, he said casually in a husky voice, raising an eyebrow:
"Ok, are you guys ready? Well, I guess it’s action ti, mortal beings that are no match for a therret monster".
TAGNOK hit its hand on the floor and the ground shook so of the n reeling off their esseda. They fell down with a loud THUMP!, the crowd couldn’t manage to suppress a "OH!".
The two fallen victims rolled on the floor like sacks of potatoes as their swords fell with clatters. Hitherto, Rhett hadn’t really expected the monster to first make a move - an action. But now it seed the opposite, this was a badass therret beast alright.
Rhett and the other ’unfallen’ clowns moved to safety on their essedas while TAGNOK sauntered up to the fallen minion’s clowns. He picked them up by the face and tossed them over to a wall, their heads hitting it like a waterlon hitting a wall. Scarlet bloods ran from their heads as they ca down, their necks in abnormal positions. Nonetheless, TAGNOK scread at the remaining n in front of him:
"The na of my inner demon is RAGE!, and my temper will do justice to your silly and powerless souls."
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