A Necessary Evil

The fight between Phoenix and War-Machine lasted barely a minute, as the man was terrified shitless when Phoenix started casting her fire tornado. Of course, it was a normal reaction.

No one would react well to being engulfed in swirling flames, with no exit in sight. The feeling of burning alive must also be quite excruciating.

The next one in line was Athena versus Khalor, and the former was sweating buckets. She already knew how that would end, but wanted to at least give her all, maybe land a few hits.

As both of them were being teleported, Astaroth glanced at Khalor.

"Don't forget our deal." 

"Same to you. Make it to the finals and you will see," Khalor replied, smirking.

When he reappeared in the arena, Khalor looked across at his adversary. The poor Elven girl was looking at him with a mix of fear and disgust.

"You obviously don't like spooky stuff," Khalor said.