Darius memorizes where the arena is relative to the building he is in before he quickly leaves the building. He starts to walk through the city towards it, keeping an eye open for any more wolves. It takes him awhile to get through the city, but he does without encountering anything.
Darius looks at the building he is approaching, which looks like a smaller version of the colosseum, and oddly enough it’s in perfect condition. He frowns as he looks around the area, not seeing anything too strange otherwise. Darius walks towards the entrance to the colosseum, going inside. He follows some signs that lead to the arena section of the colosseum, figuring it’s where the boss fight is going to be.
As he exits the main building, he sees there are a lot of wolves in the seats. “Well, shit, was all that a test or something?” he mutters to himself as he slowly walks out to the middle of the arena. He hears the clink of chains coming from the other side of the arena. Looking over at it he sees a large portcullis starting to raise, before a large furry and clawed hand reaches under and grabs it. It lifts faster as Darius pales. “Oh shit.” Darius says as a large werewolf walks out once the portcullis opens fully.
The werewolf walks out, it stops when it’s halfway to Darius, close enough for him to see it’s identifier.
“You have a strange smell about you, it smells disgusting.” Darius shrugs, “I can’t help that too much, let me guess, you are the boss and I’m going to have to fight you?” Ragen laughs as he looks at Darius “You aren’t wrong about that, but first.” Ragen howls and the wolves in the first seats jump into the arena.
“Oh you son of a bitch.” Darius shouts before he casts fire bolt twice, focusing on keeping them in his hands. He overcharges both, before pointing them at the wolves closest to him and firing them. The first fire bolt hits the wolf and explodes in a medium sized fireball, hitting the wolves nearest it as well.
His second fire bolt misses its target, but manages to hit a wolf behind it, exploding as well. Darius quickly casts Rock wall beneath him, lifting him above the wolves. Darius quickly starts to cast Arcane tendril again, using both hands to cast it twice. He then throws both arcane tendrils on either side of his wall
The tendrils rip through the wolves, pulling most of them towards the center of the spell, crushing them together. A couple of the wolves had been able to jump out of the way however, and start to jump and claw at the wall, trying to get up to the top of it. Darius draws his sword as he looks down towards the wolves, he points it at one of them, focusing his mana on and through his sword, remembering the spell sword class he had access to.
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He looks at the wolf closest to the top of the wall, pushing his mana through his sword at it, causing what looks like the tip of a sword to blast at the wolf. The energy blasts through the neck of the wolf, coming out the other side. Darius looks at his blade, charging up a magical edge to it, focusing to extend it past his blade.
He then swings it at the next closest wolf, cutting into its head. The wolf falls from the wall as Darius goes around to the next one, he spends the next minute going around and cutting the wolves from the wall. Two survive on the ground by being smart enough to avoid the wall once he started cutting.
Darius looks over towards Ragen who has been watching the fight. “Do you want me to kill them too, or were these ones enough?” Ragen laughs as he starts to walk towards Darius and his wall. “These were my people once, but no more, they have lost themselves. Now they only follow me because I am the strongest, do what you would like with them.”
“That’s harsh, isn’t there some what to return your people to what they once were?” Ragen shakes his head “No, I’ve tried, it’s too late to help them.” Ragen then walks up to one of the bodies and picks it up, seeming to caress it gently. Darius looks at him a bit confused, but he quickly charges up an Ice shard, overcharging it just in case.
“Besides, at this point I don’t want to help them, there is no point to it. All they are good for is bringing people to me.” Ragen then turns to Darius and quickly throws the corpse at him. Darius tosses the overcharged ice shard at Ragnar as he jumps to the side to dodge out of the way of the flying corpse.
The corpse flies right over Darius, and he breathes heavily before he slowly peeks over the edge of the wall, he sees Ragen standing where he was, with the ice shard pinning his leg to the ground, a small amount of blood leaking around it. Darius slowly stands again, pointing his sword at Ragen.
“Let’s put an end to this.” Darius says as he charges a couple of Ice shards through his sword. He looks down at Ragen as Ragen wraps his hand around the ice shard, pulling it free from his leg and the ground. Ragen then pulls it up to throw it towards the wall Darius is standing on.
Darius fires off the Ice shards at Ragen before the thrown shard impacts the wall. The wall cracks and starts to crumble from the force, while a couple of the shards hit their mark, barely puncturing his skin.
Darius falls with the wall to the ground, groaning as he impacts it. He gets up as quickly as he can. He looks around for Ragen, finding he isn’t where he was. “Shit.” Darius says as he starts to quickly turn in a circle before he spots Ragen charging towards him. Darius quickly charges up an edge to his sword again, swinging it at Ragen as he tries to sidestep him.
Darius moves out of the way of Ragen’s body in time, but is unable to dodge his claws which rake across his stomach. Darius’ sword also cuts halfway through Ragen’s stomach. Darius coughs, blood starting to come out of his mouth as he presses his hands against his stomach, falling back. Darius tries to focus while he tries to push his mana through his hands into the wound, trying to imagine it closing.
He feels the wound close slightly, but not nearly enough. ‘Come on, come on, I can’t die here, I need to live. Help me, Teqraura, please.’ Darius closes his eyes as he continues to try and force mana into his wound, before he feels a flood of forign mana enter it. The wound closes entirely as soon as the mana does, and he slowly opens his eyes.
Darius slowly sits up and looks down towards his stomach, seeing his shirt reduced to little more than rags, but his stomach looking otherwise entirely fine. “Well, shit.”