Thread:Crowsoul50/@comment-33229352-20190909034609/@comment-33229352-20191114050805

No such luck. With their cell bars bent, broken, or missing altogether, the fighters swarmed into the arena. Some began to fight each other, while others took their chance and escaped into the stands, even using the obsidian creatures as a springboard to clear the walls. Those that were too slow were trampled, eaten, or killed. In short, it was a bloodbath.

The only people that seemed unruffled were the remaining cloaked figures in the booth. A shrill whistle came from one of them. The obsidian creatures stopped on a dime and turned, converging on Huck like a pack of trained dogs. The Bushbeast's vines created a perimiter around him to keep them at bay, but there was too many for him to hold off at once. Two pounced onto his back. Their combined weight was enough to send him to the ground and the other creatures moved in. Huck disappeared under a tangle of vine and solid rock, his snarls shaking the walls of the arena.

Meanwhile, Orphos had joined the crush of people spilling out of the compound, allowing himself to be pushed along by the panicked mortals.