"Pathetic."
A new voice, harsh and unfamiliar, echoed across the Killing Floor.
It was followed by another. "Let me have this one. Just my type of meal."
Two imposing figures appeared in the arena. Orion's senses, sharp as they were, detected no ripple of spatial energy. They hadn't teleported in. They had been here the entire time, hidden somewhere he couldn't perceive.
At their arrival, the knight, the leader, the Tailed Demon, and the Firelord all took a subtle step back, ceding control of the engagement to the newcomers.
"You look delicious," one of the new monsters snarled. It took a step forward, swinging a massive, chained flail that whistled ominously through the air. Its smile was pure malice. "Tell you what. I'll even let you pick the seasoning I use when I eat you."
