Yur

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The crowd screams and roars as the beast mercilessly jumps on the back of the bogsneak, the poor dragon tries to get his opponent off, biting into the air as he reaches for non existent front limbs to pull on. The wyvern's wings stirs to find balance, the sharpened claws of it's feets grating agaisn't it's opponent armor as they meet.

The mob cheers, encouraging the red and cream banescale to crush it's foe; no one's betting on the squirming black figure underneath the champion. The dark reptile's teeth furiously embrace as he deseperatly hopes to let them sink into some kind of flesh but, unfortunatly for him, the only meat that gets stabbed is the one of his flanks. The ancient creature's deadly talons has found a way between the iron plates, tearing up the thick skin as if it was thin as paper. Bogsneaks has always lacked of strong scales.

Speaking of scales, when the onyx fighter finally grabs onton something his fangs cannot pierce through the organic protection. He tries to rollover, wishing to drag the beast along in his fall but he only drops on his back.

The warm colored gladiator stomps onto his competitor's throat, holding it tightly between it's strong bloody claws.

Suddenly, the people grow silent as if Aena's itself is holding it's breath. The dragon chokes and wriggles in a last attempt to get away but his tormentor's legs are too powerful. The seconds passes and after what seems like an eternity the tenth one rings.

The crowds jumps and scream, the banescale after a victorious roar finally lets go. The loser cough and shake as he stands up again, growling with frustration and shame.

It's yet another victory for Yur, the undefeated champion.

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Out of every challengers in the coliseum Yur might be the only one that refuses to wear any kind of apparel or weapons.

" That's weak. "

She growls as a guardian proudly shows off his expensive golden armor to his comrades.

" Only modern breeds would be incompetent enough to need that garbage. Is this metal stronger than your scales ? "

Her voice echoes through the hidden corridors of the backstage, menacing and mocking.

" Uh ? You think y'a know everything because you're the champion? You won't be the first female i'll put back in her place. "

The huge dragon provokes.

" We'll see about that soldier. She replies, It's your first fight in the coliseum today right ? I would have remembered seing a fat bast*rd like you in the arena.
- Watch i-
- What are you here for, glory ? Women ? Getting your mama to finally notice you ?"

A few chuckles escapes her throat, the armored challenger growls as frustration grows within his body and soul, his claws screech uncomfortably againsnt the paved floor.

" What do you know about fighting, bet you never went to a single war, gladiator.
- Bet you didn't as well. I've been a part of this coliseum since i was an hatchling, as far as i can remember i've been here. How long have you been training for, one, two years ? Back in the days, gladiators fought for their lives. The loser died, get that ? You're lucky queen Ariana is enough of a weakling to forbidden it. "

Her jaws snaps right next to the guardian's face that jumps backward in surprise, eyes widening with anger. Yur walks right pass him, throwing a glance above her shoulder as she declares with a toothy smirk.

" But we'll settle this argument on the ring guardian mh? See you there. "

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