<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/>For the longest time Hettún could only stare flabbergasted at the woman suggestively gyrating her hips at the very center of an Arena that had laid claim to hundreds of valiant warriors, hideous monsters, and foul demons.  To one with a nose as sensitive as his, the air positively reeked with the blood of the dead.  The cries of battle seemed to echo from every direction; memories of desperation, madness, exultation, and demise.  It seemed laughable that such a soft looking creature as Anya would dare to use such a place as her personal stage.  Every thrust of her curves, every breathless coo that left her glistening lips, and every heavy bounce of her voluptuous breasts seemed to insult and degrade the very sport that Hettún had dedicated his very being to.  Compared to that, the personal slights against him meant absolutely nothing.  Not to mention the anger that boiled in him as his body reacted exactly as the woman no doubt intended it to, the ceremonial blue cloth of his trousers growing increasingly tight as a massive bulge began to form.<br/><br/>Hettún snarled, spittle flying from his sharpened tusks as he swatted lightly at her side in irritation.  Of course, a light tap from someone as large as he was in actuality not very light at all, and instead sent the poor girl sprawling back into the dirt.<br/><br/>"You mock Hettún?  You mock this place?  This is not a whorehouse, little girl!  This is a place of gore and gristle, life and death!  If you wish to stay here then you must fight, or you must fade to dust in a pool of your blood!" the Oni spat, stamping the ground and plucking Anya up by her shimmering hair.<br/><br/>Setting her painfully back on her feet he crossed his arms over his chest, looming over her until the sun itself was blotted out by his shadow.  Hettún scowled gruesomely, his gaze piercing.  "Decide.  Will you fight, or will you die?  Little girls that do not know their place do not belong here."