Well at first...

As trumpets sound you hear the announcer shouting, "Welcome to the Arena! Prepare yourself for the most grotesque show of blood you have ever witnessed! Brought to you by our benevolent lord Silva... who has brought the most vile... most barbaric prisoners to be slain for your enjoyment by our champions!"

You stare with disgust as you see Silva standing on a large balcony, waiving to the crowd as various nobles sit beside him. But your eyes quickly focus on your mother entering in a breath taking gown. Her eyes scanning the area until they focus on you, smiling as she recognizes the helm.

The announcer continues, "We also recognize those who have presented their champions at their expense... including our gracious Queen Freya!!"

She waves to the crowd as they cheer before blowing you a kiss, making some of the crowd laugh. You raise your sword and shield, yelling loudly as the crowd cheers for you.

Suddenly you hear the gates open and a mob of lightly armed prisoners emerge wearing torn and ragged tunics.... from the looks of them they appear to be prisoners from Silva sacked Princess Shabana's capital city. While they outnumber the champions more than 5 to 1 the starved and apparently untrained prisoners certainly don't look like much of a challenge. They are met with loud boos and rotten food tossed at them from the crowd.

"Can our brave champions emerge victorious against the onslaught? Or will they fall in absolute shame.... leaving the lions to finish their work..." The crowd chuckles at the idea before he shouts, "Let the slaughter commence!"

The largest of the champions, a huge Orc wearing a horned helmet, wielding a giant war hammer is the first to charge, his roar striking fear into the prisoners as he lunges forward. He is followed by a dark skinned man with a net and spear before the rest of the champions move in. You follow, **** to kill such a collection of miserable people... but keep the prize in mind. Silva's **** after all would save thousands of prisoners from such an awful fate.

The slaughter is quick and while you try to kill sparingly and give them quick deaths, the other champions enjoy making a show of it to the roar of the crowd.

As the slaughter ends, the announcer shouts over the roar of the crowd, "A most grotesque showing of blood and ****! Our Champions have exceeded even our Lord Silva's greatest expectations!"

As drums beat and trumpets sound, the announcer continues, "Now for our final act... the remaining champions will now fight for the honor of being granted audience to our Lord Silva! Five stand but only one will remain..."

You tune out the announcer as you look around the arena at the other champions. The large orc and dark skinned man still remain but also in the arena is a short but powerfully built wood elf carrying a set of throwing spears and a short sword, a redheaded dwarf with blue war paint on his face wielding a large axe, and a strong Orcish woman.

You can tell she has what looks like a bit of human ancestry as well, with dark braided hair, black warpaint, and a leather bodice leaving only the parts of her light green skin the crowd love exposed. You admit to be drawn to her more piercing yellow eyes and strong athletic body... her human blood making the normally strong Orcish features less prevalent. Her lower fangs much smaller and delicate than full Orcs, and her cheeks and ears much softer. Her eyes of course are bright yellow like a full blooded Orc. It is unsurprising you should be drawn to a strong woman like your mother.

Suddenly a trumpet sounds and you pay attention to announcer again only to hear, "Let the only strongest warrior survive!" The crowd going insane with lust for blood.

As the champions attack each other you see the wood elf and the dwarf running towards you from different directions as if they have made a temporary pact... you must decide which one to engage first.