A large No-dachi blade. (Samurai) (Lawful Neutral)

The hilt was a coiled red rope, helping to grip the sword better. The blade was long, a two-handed weapon to most but to a monster as large as you? It may as well be a kitchen knife. Etched onto the blade is your clan symbol. Your memories slowly but surely come back to you as you walk out of the room to find yourself inside an arena. There were many races but the dominant group were orcs.

"Whores and rapists! May it be my pleasure to announce our newest gladiator, Bullmeat!" That wasn't your name, your name is actually Zengozu Atlan. The crowds were ecstatic, was a minotaur really that hyped to these people?

"Fresh from the lands of Ostoth, this challenger will be facing the one and only, Torog!" A considerably large Orc then walked out, a large club in hand. He had swung his club before taunting you.

"Minotaur! I will enjoy shoving my cock down your throat!" He reveals his 12-inch cock behind his only piece of clothing. You can't help but roll your eyes when you remember what is between your legs.