Captives

In the other corner of the realm, Thrax could be seen heavily panting, with sweat and blood over his entire body. He was standing in some sort of arena, facing off against a grotesque half-human and half-creature hybrid.

"Arrghh!"

The thracian let out a painful scream as the sharp claw of the creature scratched his back, leaving a gaping wound. However, at the same time, he took advantage of this to sneak past its defenses and swing his spear with all his might, ending the creature's life by cutting its body in half.

Even though the enemy had died, Thrax didn't relax and continued to swing his weapon, knowing that more were coming. 

He continued to twist his body as growling sounds came towards him from all directions. However, he was unable to take the initiative as he could not see anything beyond a dozen meters.