"Look, another one's going up!"
"It's a Gnoll, is he looking for death?"
"My god, it's a Gnoll. For this round, I'm betting on the Fire-scaled Beast to win!"
"A Gnoll, is he going up there to fetch some bones?"
"..."
The crowd was murmuring and mocking, and Dirtclaw could vaguely hear their comments.
He glanced at the bow on the ground, a weapon that had been dropped by a Blood Elf warrior after their death. The bloodstained bow made Dirtclaw feel anxious and desperate.
The first Blood Elf warrior to go down had lasted only fifteen minutes before being bitten and swallowed whole by the Fire-scaled Beast.
Thinking about the same fate possibly awaiting him, Dirtclaw's legs shook with fear and excitement. These emotions clashed within him, each trying to take control of his body.
On the other side of the arena, the Fire-scaled Beast that had eaten two warriors seemed to have grown even stronger, rather than weakened.
