Crafty

Crafty was a known menace to any clan he took residence in. He had never ending energy to run, climb, explore. This would put him in danger more often times than not. Many clans would kick him out after a loyal warrior got injured over his delinquency. One clan finally lost a warrior to Crafty and as punishment they sent him to The Pit to either grow strong enough to replace what he took from them, or to finally get what was coming to him.

Fight 1:

His heart was admittedly not in the fight when the gates opened. Maybe he deserved this kind of fate for the problems he caused. He could feel the adrenaline in his veins. He expected Merill to charge, to engage in combat somehow. She didn't. The arrogant fool turned her back? Like he wasn't worth anything at all? His rage simmered and burned, only he could think like that about himself. Crafty flung himself across the arena as she begged for coins of all things. He jumped and threw himself over 2 dragon lengths to land on her back. He wasn't thinking, just acting. Claws and teeth. He didn't stop until his instincts and adrenaline wore off. What did he do?