Battle arena Dick's POV
Sun has been shining down on the arena, spectators getting bored because it has been taking participants too long to get ready… But they knew those fights would be one of the best ones, all four wanted to get into the final to prove their strength and skills. Growls and snarls resonated around, while both opponents stood in the arena… The bloody smell was all around, entering the nostrils of the spectators and opponents, making them all blood-thirsty. Dick entered the first tossing of his cloak in anger after meeting the two little bastards. 'Hey man, make it fair and get rid of your stuff too!' He shouted. 'Shut up old man, nothing is fair here.' Yaaro yelled back and moved on. He entered those wacky bridges and had a bit of a hard time holding on to them, his body had already been weakened by many battles, so was Dick's. Both tired already, but ready to attack…
Dick ran towards Yaaro and ripped off his belt, tossing it down the tower. Yaaro snarled in anger and attacked back, digging up his long claws into Dick's shoulder. The arena filled with roars with every strike, the bloodier the better. The walls and bridges were painted red. Covered. Smelling. The fight felt almost unreal, going through Dick's mind. Both lads were ignoring the happening around, trying to give one, last, death strike. Though Dick was filled with anger more and more, his mind was getting blank, all he wanted was to kill. To end it. To win this whole shit and feed on his opponent's loss. One time he was up, one time down, it didn't matter to him. Ripping Yaaro's skin off, more blood covering bridges, dripping from the wood, decoloring water red, making all of it even rawer…
Muscles moving, tendons stretching… The fight was pretty equal, but it seemed that Dick had a better strategy. From licks to fake strikes, confusing Yaaro. Then, Yaaro slipped, on a splash of blood, he almost fell down the arena. In the last seconds, he grabbed the wood, tugging his claws deep into it, struggling to get back up. Dick was staring at him, with an evil grin on his face. 'Who do we have here, hanging down… being stared at by his ruthless opponent?' He asked while showing off his blood-covered teeth. 'Shut it' Yaaro answered quickly while struggling to get back onto the bridge, not knowing what Dick would do. Dick stabbed one of his claws into Yaaro's forehead. Getting deeper and deeper, down to his snout, leaving a deep, bleeding wound. Yaaro was unable to hold anymore.
Arena got silent in shock, no roars, no cheering, nothing.
Giant splash, heavy body landing into the water, turning it dark red.
Arena got loud again, exalting the winner…