Tyger would be a difficult fight. He knew she bore hatred towards him, he just tried not to acknowledge it too much. He was used to being hated, it was how he'd spent much of his life.
Well, it didn't matter now. All that mattered was that he win. He had to return to his family, or else they would suffer a painful death.
He turned to the entrance of the Arena, gazing out at the large dustbowl that he was to fight in. He hated it, all of it. They all cheered for him when he came out, when he drew blood, and he hated it. The crowds voice meant nothing to him, except that they enjoyed to watch slaughter and bloodshed, something he had gotten his fill of.
He vaguely heard the Arena Master announcing his fight. With a sigh, he strode out into the center of the Arena, prepared to take on the scarred gargoyle opposite him. She was called Tyger due to all the stripe-like scars covering her leathery gray skin.
"You will die today, human." she hissed, baring her sharp fangs. Ryan was unresponsive to the threat.
"We shall see." was all he said, and then the fight began.
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