No!
Ben watched in horror as blood exploded from Dathan's mouth. The smile on his face was no more. His eyes widened, so much so that Ben could see even the whites all around them. Dathan stared at blankly at Ben.
"No," Ben whispered, tears gathering in his eyes as he watched Dathan slowly looked down at his chest.
The Werewolf's bloody clawed hand was sticking out, while the rest of it was buried deep in Dathan's ribs. Then he looked back up at Ben, tears flowing from his eyes.
More blood gushed from his mouth and from his nose. It poured down his chin and splattered across his armor.
"No, no no no!" Ben choked out, clapping a hand over his mouth.
The Werewolf smirked. He lifted Dathan off the ground like he was weightless and slammed him down as hard as he could multiple times.
The sound of bones breaking echoed across the arena. He howled at it's victory. But it didn't stop there. The Werewolf dropped on all fours and tore into Dathan's body. Tearing and munching on his flesh.
Blood splattered everywhere, some even on Ben. He was shaking so hard his teeth rattled. Dathan's body lay crumpled on the ground. His eyes still open but staring at nothing. He was dead.
Oh my God." Ben's voice broke the silence. "Oh my..." He scrambled backward on his hands and feet, slipping in the blood. His shoulders screamed in protest but he didn't care. His heart was slamming against his chest so hard it hurt. He had just watched someone die right in front of him. He had to get away from here as fast as he could.
Suddenly, the Werewolf turned toward him. Blood dripping from its muzzle and claws. A wild grin stretched across its face.
Ben screamed and forced himself to his feet. He ran as fast as he could. He didn't know where exactly to run because people were everywhere. Some fighting with weapons and some, with strange 'abilities.'
But Ben didn't mind, he shoved past them, knocking into them as he ran. "Move! Move!" he shouted.
Behind him, the Werewolf was following, step by step. And it was killing and shoving away everyone in its path.
Ben risked a glance back.
A smaller creature had tried to block its way. The Werewolf grabbed it by the face, lifted it up and crushed it's skull.
It made a 'splat' sound. Another creature, some kind of lizard thing, tried to run when it saw the Werewolf approaching. He caught by the tail and ripped in half, spraying blood everywhere.
Ben's stomach ached. He turned forward and ran as fast and hard as he could. He shoved through a group of people huddled near a stone pillar. One of them cursed at him but He didn't stop.
He ran past a pile of bodies. Past a girl with horns sobbing over someone's corpse but the werewolf tore through them all.
Ben didn't dare to look back. He just kept running. His chest was on fire, but he kept going. He had to because he didn't want to die here.
Up ahead, a crumbled chariot with broken wheels was lying on its side. Ben reached for it and ducked behind it. He pressed his back against the splintered wood and clamped a hand over his mouth, forcing himself to breathe quietly.
His whole body was shaking. His shoulders still burned where the claws had dug in. Blood soaked through his shirt and his wounds ached. But he was still alive. At least for now.
For a moment, there was silence. No footsteps. Nothing. Just the distant sounds of fighting in the arena.
'Did he lose it?' he thought.
"Please. Please let me have lost it."
Slowly, Ben peeked around the edge of the chariot. There was nothing. "It's gone."
He closed his eyes for just a second to catch his breath. Then something grabbed his shirt from behind.
"Ahhh!"
He kicked and snuggled hard but his legs hit nothing but air. Someone or something from behind was lifting him.
Ben twisted around, to see who it was.
He froze. "Fuck!"
It was the Werewolf and it was holding him up by the back of his shirt, grinning wickedly. Blood dripped from its claws, its teeth and...everywhere. It tilted its head to meet Ben's face and winked.
"Found you,"