Just a Man
****(POV)
There was no way we would survive a rank 3 monster.
The fated day came quickly.
Amidst the cheer of the audience, we entered the arena.
Stands all full of spectators.
So many evil fuckers all around.
All there to enjoy our suffering.
Awaiting us to despair and die.
Trying to fill their empty lives with excitement.
Ready to inflict any kind of pain unto others.
Truly and simply evil.
Then it was released.
A mad and powerful-looking monster.
Bulging muscles.
Bone spikes protruding from its skin.
A bone face.
Some kind of mutated gorilla.
Radiating savagery and anger.
Even as it made its way toward us it kept punching.
Punching the walls.
Punching the ground.
Even punching the air.
Full of hate toward the world.
Every hit causing destruction.
Deep sounds of impact and even slight cracks.
I already knew then what would happen should I get hit.
My body would break down whole.
It would get crushed instantly.
Perhaps even burst like a balloon.