The sounds of cheering echo throughout the Colosseum as the hundreds of patrons who filled the stands cried out for blood. Every last person in attendance was from a noble background, Barons, Dukes, Marquess, and many others holding high ranks could be seen cheering.
A Man in nothing but scraps of cloth and holding a chipped sword stood before another man, one in a full coat of armor with a polished sword, on one side a low-ranking adventurer who had been passed over for his younger more talented brother for the right of their father's land, and on the other, one of the many slaves who called the Colosseum's lower level his home.
The adventurer had come to the Colosseum to blow off steam and had demanded a high-light battle. He had fought in the Colosseum once many years ago, it was common for the challenger to keep the slave if they brought in enough of a crowd to cover the cost of replacing them, the reason he had come was that the slave girl he had won in his first battle had been taken from him in the Kingdome of the Elves.
Even now he was still fuming that his property had been taken, the reasons given being that in the Elf country, all creatures who understood they were capable of having the desire to be free were permitted to live free. This philosophy had been spread across the continent the Elves called home.
He had only been on the continent because of a well-paying cargo protection job. He had told his toy to keep her mouth shut, but she had blabbed the second she saw an elf and was whisked away at top speed.
The local authority had simply called him human garbaged when he reported a stolen item.
Upon getting back he had come to the Colosseum, planning to one-up the elves and get himself an elf slave and have her pay for the crimes of her people, but the rules had been changed.
For whatever reason to fight a slave and take them home the challenger had to win a fight against the King of the Colosseum. He was still allowed to fight plain slaves but he wasn't allowed to keep or even kill them.
"Dam Princess," He muttered angrily "Punk ass kid trying to but into matters, she doesn't understand, slaves don't need rights, the owners just need insurance for when the useless sacks of flesh die or run away,"
The Colosseum was in the capital of the Kingdom of Ry, and The First Born Princess was attempting to push reforms for the abolishment of the Slave trade, seemingly convinced the countries of their neighboring continent, the Continent of Tort, would band together should their citizens continue to be kidnaped and sold.
The King had shut her up with a well-placed use of his hand, but the damage was done, the Princess was still the laughingstock of the country for her ridiculous words.
The Kingdom of Ry was nearly as large, if not larger than Tort in its entirety. More importantly, however, those of that country mingled with sub-humans, even taking them on as mates, and by the holy words of the three gods, that made all who were born there sub-human themself.
"She's young and stupid, doesn't understand the importance of Humanity, all who are not human are nothing," To strike that point home, the adventurer beat the slave to the cheers of the crowd until a bell sounded that the slave was done, he still hit him once more just to make the crowd that much happier.
The man before him was either born in that country or had been born here in the Colosseum, either way, it meant his blood was tainted and the only mercy that was owed to him was that of death, but not a quick one, they needed to suffer for their crimes against humanity.
A few Colosseum guards picked the Slave up and dragged him back to the large doors that were across from the royal spectator's box, despite its name only the woman who owned the Colosseum could be seen sitting in it.
"Send me the king," He demanded with vigor, having been told that if he could, he was allowed to kill them "I'll be taking his worthless head and offering it up to the gods for his crimes against humanity,"
The crowd answered his cheer with one of their own and he held up his sword, the guards opened the gates once more and brought out his opponent.
He laughed, how could he not, this 'King' was a woman, and to his utmost pleasure upon seeing her ears, it was an elf. He waited as the guards carefully unhooked the chains that locked the cuffs on her arms around the collar on her neck.
Once they were detached from the collar the 'King' began wrapping the chains around her upper arms as the guards walked away without handing her so much as a stick to defend herself with. As a child he had been told that men had a greater aptitude for physical strength, and women had nearly three times that level of aptitude when it came to magical power, and he had yet to be proven wrong in that theory, a properly trained man could punch though a foot of solid steel, and a well-trained woman could melt that same steel without breaking a sweat.
The Colosseum had all its slaves issued a set of anti-magic cuffs and an anti-magic collar to keep them from revolting since there were roughly ten time the female slaves to every one male slave.
There had to be, beating on a woman and doing horrible things to her had been a very popular way to get an audience up until a few years back. As such the woman ended up being taken or just plain killed far more often than the men.
He readied his sword for this joke of a King and charged. She didn't react to his movements, clearly too slow, he raised his sword and swung down not at her head but at her ragged burlap sack of a dress.
Since he could do as he pleased to her he was gonna make a show out of having some fun with her, some light torcher and a little stress release before the execution, and it started with removing her covering. Just as it was about to touch to fabric his sword was stopped.
It took him a moment to realize what had stopped his blade, she had stopped it, not with her metal cuff or with the chains wrapped tightly around her arms, but with her hand, up close she could see she her fingers were razor sharp, using her forefinger and thumb she twisted it out of his grasp and tossed it to the ground. He swung a metal-clad fist at her and hit her full in the face.