<strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Hettún versus Anya</span></strong><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/Warriors/Oni3-1.jpg)</div><br/>Even with the faint throbbing of intoxication muddling his brain--or perhaps<em>because</em>of it--Hettún could not bring himself to remain patient for even a few seconds at a time.  It was as though a caged animal were struggling inside his skull and in his heart, desperate for battle but without an outlet for its unbridled aggression.  The Oni had not been able to fight a worthy adversary in months, and this blonde bitch only served to remind him of that fact.  Deep down he knew that it wasn't<em>her</em>fault.  Of course it wasn't.  It was the Management of the Arena, cretinous gluttons that knew nothing about honour or the thrill of battle.  They cared only for money, and sex sold just as well as spilled blood.  This match was more than just a seat-filler, it was a personal insult.  They may as well have pissed in his ale, the rotten bastards.<br/><br/>"This is what it has come to?" Hettún muttered, his face going blank even as Anya struggled beneath him.<br/><br/>Pulling his toe out of her he nudged the girl onto her backside, keeping her in place with the heel of his foot.  Hettún's eyes closed as he exhaled, a long sigh that seemed to stretch on for an eternity.  He slackened, as though a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders, and a tired smile slowly spread across his face.  The Oni blinked like one awakening from a dream, and when he looked upon Anya again it was with unconcealed pity.<br/><br/>"There is no choice, little girl,"<br/>he began, each word pronounced laboriously and purposefully.  "Hettún has been given a role, as have you.  They call me God Killer.  I am hero to some.  People cheer Hettún's name, and say he is the best.  But Hettún will always be a monster to them.  A beast that fights for their amusement.  Is how things are.  Hettún cannot change them.  But Hettún can<em>fight</em>them," he said, the flames of passion stirring in his voice.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">"This ends now!"</span>Hettún bellowed towards the sky, glaring towards the audience as though finally seeing them for the first time.  "No more!  Hettún denies this!  There is no honour here!  No victory!  Only pain and lust and shallow pleasure!  If you come to Arena, you come for Death and Blood and Battle!  You call Hettún monster?  Then Hettún will become your monster, if that is what it takes!"<br/><br/>With that solemn proclamation he curled his mighty hand about Anya's torso, tightly binding her arms to her sides and lifting her effortlessly overhead.  He locked eyes with her only for a moment, and in it all the regret for what he was about to do was spoken without so much as a single word.  Looking briefly for Dust in the stands, Hettún found nothing.  Good.  Better that she not witness such a horror as this.  Better that she not witness him become exactly what others feared him to be.  Though the bile rose in his throat, he swallowed it down and prepared for what was to come.<br/><br/>The tension in the air was almost palpable as a sickening crack echoed through the stadium, the Oni's massive jaw unhinging like that of some horrific snake, his toothy maw tripling in size and yawning before Anya's head like a cavern.  It was a well known fact that an Oni could swallow a small cow whole if sufficiently hungry, but the legends rarely had them devouring prey so tame as that.  Hettún averted his eyes as he lowered the writhing woman past the rows of jagged teeth, pushing her skull against the moist opening of his throat.  From there muscle action took care of the rest, as inch after naked inch was passed slowly down towards his gullet.  Though tears streamed from his eyes and dried as quickly as they formed, he did not falter in this grim task.  The horrified stares burning into him only drove him onwards.  It was necessary.  Let them see what their callous desires had wrought with eyes wide open.  Let them see their sin for what it was.