Man Who Bathed In Blood Of 100
The arena was cleared of everything, Ariel alone stood in there. "Come forward, all of you." The commentator shouted, fighters started piling up in the arena. And in a matter of seconds, the arena was filled with fighters, different breeds, and different languages, from different places of the world. They all eyed Ariel as one, none looking back or forth. Ariel was standing on top of the place where he killed those ten fighters. Their blood was still warm and was touching his boots. Ariel looked around,
"Try to kill me!" Ariel dared them or maybe he was expecting to die or asking for it. The roars of the crowd lightened, and a strange air filled the arena. No sound was made, no man or woman cheering, an air of thrill and suspense.
Until Ariel broke the silence, he jumped forward and grabbed the man next to him. He swung him around and hurled him towards others. Everyone jumped on him, the cry of battle and cheering of the crowd shook the building and the land itself.