The day has come to test the effects of months of grueling training in practice...

Gruelling combat training...

Constant, daily fatigue...

Strange, clenching the flesh of the hands, bracelets made of light reddish metal that emits a weak sparkling glow. ..

Rare nightly visits from a charming young human girl...

However, one day the usual routine changes.

Early in the morning, Fo-Tzun, accompanied by a detachment of armed guards, comes to your cell.

"The day has come for a new Cycle of fights in the Great Arena... You are about to show what you are capable of..." - the old man says hoarsely and then with an imperious gesture points the guards in your direction.

The guards lead you out of the cramped cell.

Then they lead you along the vast corridors of the mansion...

Soon you, together with this group of accompanying persons, leave the building and go outside.

The rays of the morning sun have an unusual effect on you - after many months of living in a **** cell, you have almost lost the habit of space and abundance of light.

"Walk faster, scum! Today it is time for you to entertain the pious citizens of the great city of Min-Jiong! I hope your intestines will look good on the sand of the Great Arena, bastard!" - one of the guards painfully nudges you with the shaft of his spear.

Unfortunately, you can only bare your sharp fangs in response...

The magic bracelets on your hands prevent your quite obvious desire to rip out the throat of this impudent, stinking human.

The guards **** you to get inside the carriage, standing near the cobbled road (the coachman looks at you with fear, the horses also neigh a little nervously).

Then the guards mount their horses, and the coachman on the box of the carriage urges the horses to gallop forward.

The group begins to move towards the city.

Soon the group leaves the sparsely populated suburban area.

The group's path leads through crowded and narrow streets of a huge human city.

The cries of street vendors...

Groups of children run, shout and play along the side of the road...

Women look at your carriage and tell each other gossip in timid whispers...

Processions of strange monks, dressed only in thin silk robes of a golden-yellow hue...

Ritual chants in an unknown language are heard among the hubbub of the crowd...

The closer the carriage gets to the location of the Great Arena - the more crowded crowds of humans are visible to your gaze.

You peer through the metal bars of the grate (which securely blocks the window).

You feel out of place...

"There are so many of these pathetic humans in this settlement... Should I break down the carriage door and escape? No... This will obviously be unsuccessful - I won't have time to hide on these streets. And these magic bracelets will prevent me from defending myself..." - you think.

Meanwhile, the carriage enters one of the large corridors, between the high marble columns of the Great Arena.

The guards take you out of the carriage and lead you down the stairs...

Some underground corridors...

Many cells...

You see various creatures inside some of the cells...

Humans...

Some strange muscular persons with greenish skin...

There are even several tigermans...

It is not difficult for you to guess - that these creatures are the same slaves as you.

But sympathetic glances and compassion are alien to this environment: your mutual short glances pursue only an assessment of the enemy's combat capabilities.

After all, all these persons can become your future rivals on the sand of the Great Arena.

If only they survive until the moment of meeting you - and do not stain the sand with their blood, dying from a lucky blow from someone else.

You are led into a cramped cell.

The door is locked.

During an hour of agonizing waiting, you hear loud chants, music, the hubbub of a huge crowd.

You try to look out through an extremely narrow window at the top of the wall (from here you can see at least a small part of the inner sector of the Great Arena).

Visibility is extremely limited...

However, through the metal bars of the grate, you manage to notice ceremonial processions of humans, who are dressed in luxurious clothes.

Banners with the image of a golden dragon flutter in the wind...

Fireworks of different colors explode deafeningly in the sky...

The enthusiastic hubbub of the crowd sitting on the benches, many of which are located on each of the numerous ring-shaped tiers of the arena.

"For the glory of Goldenshining Heavenly Overlord! May his will deign to bless the opening ceremony of the current Cycle of Fights of the Great Arena! The Will of the Overlord subdues the Blind Lot!" - the commanding voice of some human is carried across the vast space (obviously - magical means were used to amplify the sound of this voice).

The music intensifies...

You do not understand the essence of these rituals...

Soon, the processions of humans move away and leave the central sector of the arena.

And, after a while, you hear that the guards begin to lead the slaves out of the cells.

It is not your turn right away: you still have time to watch a couple of fights, looking out through the inconvenient narrow window of the cell.

Many details of the battles you saw are not noticeable to you...

First battle: some strange muscular man with greenish skin crushed (by spiked club) the skull of a human, who had a halberd as a weapon.

Second battle: a minotaur with dark brown spotted skin fought with three humans at once, who were armed with spears; the result is predictable - the minotaur, despite the wounds, simply dismembered three bodies with his large axe.

However, there was little time for your observations...

Soon you hear the jingle of a bunch of keys...

The door of your cell is opened by a fat guard dressed in iron chainmail, leather pants and a closed helmet.

He roughly pokes you in the side with a small club and grumbles: "Follow me, shitty tigerman. It's time for you to die, piece of shit!"

You growl angrily and bare your fangs...

Your hands tremble with the desire to attack this bastard...

However, the magic bracelets still prevent you from fulfilling your wish.

Two more guards appear behind the fat guard.

"Should we beat you, ****? Or will you do what you are told?" - one of the guards says the phrases in an indifferent voice.

You are **** to obey, even though it was humiliating for your pride.

So, the guards lead you out onto the sand of the Great Arena.

From the narrow underground corridor, you come out into a vast space...

A retractable metal grate behind your back quickly falls down, blocking the way back.

The hubbub of the crowd...

Some humans point their fingers at you...

Other humans chat, laugh, argue about bets...

Someone is indifferent to you and looks the other way.

You look closely...

Indeed, on the opposite side of the arena's combat sector, you see the silhouette of another ****.

The silhouette of your opponent.

Suddenly, from the side of one of the boxes for privileged spectators, a narrow beam of yellowish-greenish magical energy falls rapidly in your direction.

This beam of magical energy covers the bracelets on your hands...

The bracelets... open!

They themselves are removed from your hands and, under the magical influence, levitate somewhere upwards (towards the one who performed this magic).

So, now you can fight...

You assume that the same magical influence was in relation to your opponent...

You feel your hands with satisfaction...

You clench and unclench your fists...

Blood circulation has become better...

A feeling of strength...

A feeling that now you can give free rein to your thirst for crushing enemies...

The sound of falling!

Something fell on the sand next to you.

You are looking at...

This is a naginata: a long polearm that can be used to deal both slashing and piercing damage.

You grab this weapon with your hands.

The sound of a fast run...

Your enemy is getting closer...

You look ahead...

The silhouette of the enemy has become more distinguishable.

A female-tigerman is running towards you to attack!

A flexible, slender and graceful body is covered only by a loincloth...

You can hardly take your eyes off two naked feminine titties (their size is not very large... but these large nipples...).

The white fur has many curved black stripes.

"Judging by her appearance, she is from another tribe... She is probably from the Shadow Claws tribe..."- you think.

Yellow eyes stare at you.

In each of her hands she holds a battle flail.

These two deadly weapons look menacing: strong hands quickly spin the striking elements (which have sharp metal spikes) of these weapons on metal chains.

You quickly retreat to the right, simultaneously lunging with your long polearm to prevent the enemy from getting close enough to you to be dangerous to your health.

Female-tigerman easily dodges your weapon and continues to move quickly, trying to outflank you...