<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/>It was a rare person that had ever actually survived once being eaten by an Oni (then again, it was a rare sort of person that survive being eaten at all!), and the scant records of those who have are understandably unpleasant.  The Oni were demons of Rage and War, and as such were about as hotblooded as a creature could possibly be.  It is said that the blood of an Oni possesses the ability to eat through unprotected flesh and bone like acid, and that their insides are literally molten from the heat of their own uncontrollable wrath.  Though dramatically put, it is a fact that the interior of such a demon is hot enough to bring water to boiling points in mere minutes, and that prey wishing to survive must somehow cut their way out quickly if they are to have any hopes at survival.  Unfortunately for Anya, a mere human girl with nothing but steadily dissolving stockings and platform shoes was no much for the thick, pulsating walls of flesh pressing in on her from all sides.<br/><br/>Her body would scarcely have room to move by the time it reached Hettún's stomach, which was still bubbling with a gallon or so of superheated whiskey.  Perhaps that was a blessing in and of itself, for the fumes alone would surely have been enough to dull her consciousness from the pain.  Her stockings would be the first things to go, the flimsy fabric eaten away to nothing in the first few seconds.  It would not be very long for the rest of her to follow, though the body would surely be cooked long before it was actually digested.<br/><br/>But such gruesome details are best left unsaid, and Hettún winced as the feeling of beating fists and legs inside him became gradually weaker, and weaker...until they stopped entirely.  The woman's taste was still in his mouth, but it was a bitter one indeed.  Sickened at the sight of his protruding stomach, the Oni gave one last challenging look at the audience, drinking in their pale faces before walking solemnly back towards the open gates.  The guards flinched away at his approach, and one refined and utterly infuriated looking man that Hettún took for a member of the management fixed him with a hateful glare.  The Oni leered at him, taking no small joy in the puny man's fear.  Clearly they had not expected him to perform such a vile act for all to see.  Many a man and woman that had expected a pleasure show would be demanding a refund soon enough.  Whatever popularity he had once had would no doubt diminish, if not vanish entirely.  He would be on the Arena's shitlist, of there there was no doubt.  They'd want him dead for pulling such a stunt, as would many of his fellow gladiators.  But rather than dishearten him, the thought only made his face twist into a wide and bestial grin.<br/><br/>There would be many good fights to come.