<b><span style="color: #660000">"Ladies and Gentleman!"</span></b>Began Alvar Kaimana in a booming voice, enhanced by the microphone hidden in his flowing, imperial white robes, arms spread wide to the gathered spectators,<b><span style="color: #660000">"Merchants of Mutant Mutts! Serfs-keepers of Cyborgs! Peddlers of the Plebeians! And Owners of the Unworthy! Greetings! Greetings and welcome to <i>My </i>Grand Arena! The Coliseum worthy of the title Olympus!" </span></b>Now motioning to the various genetically altered once-human horrors and cybernetically augmented(And lobotomized) warriors.<b><span style="color: #660000">"Before you, we can collected, together, a delicious sampling of the fiercest gladiatorial combatants the Galaxy can offer! Beasts of nightmare and machinations gone wrong! Look now down upon them, and see the error of those who <i>Reject</i> Transcendence!"</span> </b>And with that, the leashes and chains were severed, the dogs of war let slip...<br/><br/>No sooner was Shak'arg freed of his restraining harness, then he dropped to<a class="externalLink" href="http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/ficspecies/images/8/82/Skag.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20110314042900" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">all fours</a>, head low and jaws quivering with ill restrained fury... He knew not what the Ikronanian before him was, and cared even less... For what felt like an eternal night had they kept him in a cage, away from the fires and flames of Home, away from<i>His</i>pack... Talons raked the rust hued sands, sharp green eyes trained on his foe as they circled eachother slowly, tentative and methodical... Each sizing the other up...<br/><br/>Rearing up, the Ikronanian raised one forearm high, and dropped back down with the full force of it's weight, arm flung out in a backhanded haymaker. Yet Shak'arg was no slouch, as he rushed headlong, diving into a shoulder roll under the mighty swing. He came up on all fours behind, lashing out with one claw, severing the thing's Achilles tendon, or what now passed for one, fluorescent, and caustic bile spurting from the wound as it dropped forward. The lupine underdog reared back on two legs, half to distance himself from the achidic ichor, and half to use his forepaws to brush away the goo before it did any serious damage.<br/><br/>Shak quivered his hackles in distaste, as he watched the Ikronanian force itself back up, the acid of it's own injury sealing the wound, and aiding in regeneration..<span style="color: #b35900">"Pauk'de."</span>the deathworld mutant swore casually... It's blood was like lava, as far as his primitive brain could muster... But it was still blood...<br/><br/>"What is the matter,<i>Dear Child?</i>" Alvar jested, glancing over his shoulder, risking to miss one contender or another perform with gusto, in favor of the look upon his belligerent brat's face. "I thought you<i>enjoyed</i>watching the lesser animals rip each other apart? The flexing of muscle, contorting of powerful bodies... Laden with sweat and blood as they huff and puff in the throws of emotion...?" Grinning ear to ear as he watched her half naked frame shiver in a mix of fury and fright... Just as delicious as her mother...<span style="color: #660000">"You know, dear Valda... It is not too late to beg forgiveness... I can still spare your precious mutt... For a price..."</span>Dark lips spreading to expose a row of teeth so perfect and so white that it was almost unnatural...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>