The thing continued coming, an emaciated, vaguely humanoid upper torso with four large arms that sported a head vaguely resembling a flower bud, which soon bloomed into a hideous array of fangs and eyes, a slimy tendril emerging from the center. Seeing that it's prey was fleeing, the creature seemingly realized it wasn't needed here anymore, letting out a whistling shriek of disappointment before reaching forward with one arm and sweeping it beneath Arokleth, shattering the blades that held her skewered over the ground and letting her fall back to the arena floor. The rune on the floor faded away, and the ring of flames shrunk away as the beast slipped back through it, leaving Arokleth sitting in a pool of her own blood, pulling the chunks of blade from her body one at a time. The smile she had sported during the battle hadn't left her face.