The eighth Orc's head was pierced onto one of the spikes protruding from the walls of the Arena… matching the other seven Orc heads.
Maro was running on empty… two more left… just two more… The crowd was ecstatic… It had been years since such an active and exciting challenger was present. He fought everyday multiple times a day… The crowd thought all he cared about was blood and glory.
But all Maro could think about was how Katarina the Ice Queen most likely wore no clothes under her long mage robes…and a small portion of his mind went towards racist disdain for the orcs… because he really didn't want to be raped in the middle of the Arena…
Maro healed himself and sat down trying to catch a bit of rest before the next Orc came down.
The announcer projected his voice "Our next Gladiator needs no introduction… Graktha the Rapist"
The crowd had a mixed reaction, some people hushed… meanwhile immediate concern swept across Maro… I'm so tired… I really don't want to be used like that…
He barely had stamina to maintain Bloodrush, he could at most use Vanguard Charge only twice… War cry didn't intimidate Gladiators of this level and consecrated ground was useless in this scenario… he really needed to get a new ability. He had leveled up considerably… but no new abilities.
Just then Graktha stepped into the ring. He was absolutely covered in scars all over his body… How did Maro know? Because Graktha was completely naked. His weird Orc penis and balls were smacking around with every step.
Graktha stood on his side of the Arena and roared… It was absolutely scary… his penis flapping around with the roar… He had to kill him before he was raped.
Gnarlo, on the sidelines, was dying of laughter as soon as the Orc's name was announced… He ran down to the betting area and put a couple silver down on 'Death by Rape'
Maro gave him a death stare… Gnarlo thought it was even more funny
Graktha wielded dual chipped and jagged swords… swords were rare for an Orc…Maro took a defensive stance
The announcer looked at both ends of the Arena, seeing that they were ready… "BEGIN"
Graktha sprinted full force to Maro and put him on the back foot.
Maro was too tired for any fancy maneouvers… he would wait until Graktha made a mistake and strike then…
Blow after blow… the mistake did not come. Maro hadn't even struck back once yet, he was so exhausted.
The crowd was on the edge of their seats watching metal clash and sparks fly… Finally it looked like Maro would be close to dying.
Seeing that Maro was close to his end… Graktha got more excited with each strike until he was fully erect.
Fuck this shit!!!!, how is this… how is rape allowed… I will kill all those green fucks. Maro's internal alarms were all red and flashing.
Maro immediately broke off from the fighting and started to run away… being chased by a horny orc whose nickname was the Rapist had Gnarlo purple… he couldn't stop crying… he couldn't start breathing…
Even the swordsmen were laughing… some even had followed Gnarlo to put a bet down on Maro getting raped to death.
Maro was so over it… he really did not want to get raped… he was way too tired… until he got a stupid and lazy idea.
After running in circles for a long time he finally tripped and fell over exhausted. The entire crowd went quiet… so did Gnarlo… he didn't anticipate for Maro to actually get raped to death… He was more worried about the astronomical amount of coin he put down for Maro to win… Only the goblins in the audience were cheering now.
Just as Graktha slowed down to stand over Maro… Maro spun, slashed his sword and lopped off Graktha's penis and balls in one swing. Liters of blood were spilling out of his groin fast, he took an angry step toward Maro and collapsed.
He grabbed the dick and balls in his gloved hand and stabbed it onto the spikes against the Arena wall in victory.
The crowd exploded, people were throwing stuff into the Arena, cheering "Maro! Maro! Maro!" over and over again. They had never been entertained so much before.
Maro couldn't even hear the crowd at this point… he was almost done… just one more. After 9 fights in a row, even the officials felt bad for him… they stalled a bit to get him some extra rest.
The announcer piped up again "Congratulations to Maro on his 31st win… our next challenger is only second to the Arena Master and had actually survived a bout with the great Troll before re-starting from 0 to get all the way back here. Please welcome "Lorkna, the Rapist and Graktha's wife"
Maro had it, he yelled out "FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT ORCS, TRY NOT RAPING FOR ONCE"
His men on the sidelines, couldn't be seen because they were convulsing on the floor in laughter induced seizures… Gnarlo was unable to even get up to place another joke bet.
Maro couldn't even register that Lorkna was a female orc… she looked exactly like her husband…at least she wore clothes. She was wearing light leather armour with a studded leather war skirt.
As they stood staring at each other from opposite ends of the arena…
Lorkna spoke finally, "You owe me new husband!" and then she flashed what was under her skirt… Maro wanted to cut his own head off and gouge out his eyes and then light his head on fire.
He saw a new thing today… Lorkna had a large… clitoris that was pierced with rows of studs… It was large enough to resemble… a large man's penis… the studs had spikes protruding on the ends.
He really wanted to just die right now…
"You will be my toy, until new husband" She smiled… her sharp orc teeth glaring…
At least Lorkna fought with a large axe… He could dodge and save some energy from having to parry over and over again.
He got into a defensive stance. The announcer spoke "Begin!"
Lorkna also had a warrior charge-like ability and she was in front of him in a split second.
No way he could block that, he quickly stepped off to the side and tried to cut her sides but before he could she backhanded him with enough force that he lost one of his swords and was pushed back 5 meters.
Maro spat blood, he wasn't going to waste his limited energy on a heal for a minor injury. He jumped back to re-organize himself and she immediately did her charge ability again.
He managed to dodge but lost his balance as he wasn't expecting a second charge and he backed up again to be charged a third time.
This time she shoulder checked him and blasted him into the Arena wall… one of the spikes piercing his side completely.
He used his last stores of energy to heal his wound closed…
Enough was enough… His leather armour was dirty, sweaty, bloody and torn in multiple places. He ripped it off.
His sweat covered muscles glistened in the Arena
Even Lorkna said "you be very good toy" while smirking
Maro was fuming… "KATARINA, YOU WILL BE MINE" he yelled for the entire arena to hear. Everyone cheered, assuming he would challenge her next.
But only Katarina knew what he really meant… she blushed, and got over it just as quick… he was never going to beat the Arena champ.
Lorkna charged again, but you could only use the same move a couple times against a professional.
Maro did not go for a killing blow or a dodge, he changed strategies and struck her lead hand as she swung her axe.
Her axe flew and smashed into the wall, her right hand was bleeding heavily.
She was unarmed… he threw his sword into the ground… Now so was he.
The crowd erupted and then Maro used [Vanguard Charge]
He caught her off guard and slammed an elbow into her face at full speed, knocking her back 20 meters.
His soul cried out from being so tired, he had one last use of charge left. He ran to her as she was getting up, he grabbed her in a bear hug… With one working hand she couldn't pry him off.
He used Vanguard Charge again. Boom he blasted off and penetrated her back with one of the wall spikes… He was done… 8 Orc heads a penis and the number 2 challenger were all impaled on the walls as decoration.
He immediately fell asleep in exhaustion as the crowds were booming.