79 Goatherd

Charley ran for his life through the alleys and backlanes.

He panted and huffed and puffed as he ran as fast as he could.

Stay and watch the result of the monumental battle between two apex combatants?

Forget it! He'd rather flee and survive, live to hide another day and all that! That's how the saying went, right...?

So he had abandoned the "safety" of the group of contestants he had initially started out with.

He had fled the scene of danger of the arena as quickly as he could along with a large group of other preliminary candidates. The moment they left, they had been swarmed by the weak but numerous memphits, quasits and to a lesser extent, Murlocs, devilised bats, rats and rabid beasts and some few mighty goatmen demons.

Regardless of the fact that the infernals were not threatening alone, the mere fact that there were more than a thousand of them swooping down from the skies onto them or biting at their legs was a nightmare in and of itself!