The beast was no beast at all. Intelligence gleamed in those eyes.
Kent felt cold fear as the Yahg slowly, meticulously, corralled him closer and closer to the corner. He could see where this was going, and there was no way out of a confrontation at this point.
The gladiator swallowed through a dry throat. The corner was close enough now. It was run or be killed. He targeted the gap between the Yahg's legs, and raced for it.
His sudden initiative had the desired effect; the Yahg froze for a split second, and in that hesitation, Kent dove straight for it.
Freedom was tasted as he made it through, clambering to his feet. He had been fast. But a great force
**** down on his leg, in an instant crushing his limb into the ground, completely flattening it.
'That's not how I expected that to feel' passed his mind.
More than broken, it was destroyed. Kent made to run again, propelling himself forward with both hands and one leg, a futile effort. The Yahg's hands encircled his sides, raised the gladiator upwards, perpendicular to it's swollen head and Kent screamed in pain and terror.
His hand, outreached towards the beast, was chomped right down the middle. The beast made a clean bite, chewing right through bone, like a knife through butter. Then it bit down again, halfway, sucking off the rest of the muscle and tendon and meat from all the way up to just below his elbow.
Kent's screams grew ragged, but he kept screaming. A useless protest.
The beast's hungry, bright eyes squinted, a hunger and joviality to it. The crowd was going mad, a roar that deafened Kent's ears. A strange, three-stretched grin pulled across the creature's face.
Perhaps it thought it had already won. Perhaps it wanted to savor the infinitesimal approval of the raging crowd.
But the beast had gotten slow as it opened its mouth wide and turned towards the audience. It slowly lowered Kent towards its wide open mouth. The creature aimed to bite his head clean off.
Kent saw death in the darkness. A gaping abyss seeking to consume him.
It was a familiar sight.
He punched his good hand forward, straight into the beast's mouth. It reeled backwards, coughing, disoriented. It hacked once more, recovering, glaring hatefully at Kent.
"Human will pay for this...." It hissed.
Kent stabbed it right in the eye with the exposed bone of his right hand.
He was sure he'd reached brain.
The Yahg fell, with the gladiator on top.
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Maeve smirked at the Vorcha's silly movements.
A quiet laugh escaping her, she inclined her head towards Nick. "Thank you. We will certainly be seeing one another again. And if you need anything during your stay here, you know how to contact me."
Dropping a pat on the Vorcha's back as she passed, Maeve headed towards Analdrun's lounge.
Before reaching it, however, and once they were out of sight and sound from Nick, Maeve turned to see if the Vorcha had followed.