Finding the Underground Fighting League had been easy. For something described as 'underground' all Fritz and friends had to do was follow the crowding beastkin underneath the city. Entrances and exits to the arena were spread out through the city. As Fritz entered, he watched the spectators pile in from different tunnels each leading to different areas Hueryss. Thousands of beastkin were packed into the massive underground arena.

Fritz, Marcelle, and Brenn found themselves standing at the top of the stone bleachers. Burning braziers lit the arena like it was daylight. Standards depicting fox ears, lined the walls. They proudly denoted the UFL as a legitimate organization of the city. The crowd murmured with anticipation.

"Ladies and losers! Welcome to another exciting day for the UFL!" Within a sandpit beneath the underground carved stone bleachers, a singular man with an orange tail and orange fox ears strutted about like a champion. An intricate black masquerade mask sat on his face obscuring his identity. The crowd erupted in a long boo, towards the shirtless muscular foxkin below. The man brought up his hand to his ear, cupping it to hear the crowd better.

"What's that? I can't hear you weaklings?" The crowd got louder and louder. As if to drown out the annoying man. Fritz felt an annoyingly familiar pressure grab onto his ass. Looking over, he saw Brenn offer him a toothy smile. She winked at him, as he swatted her hand away.

"What's wrong cutey?" Brenn asked.

"No party romance!" Marcelle screeched, on the other side of Fritz.

"Come on! Nothing wrong with a quick romp!" Brenn said with a laugh. "It improves the mood. It's a great team building activity too. You could really use the-"

"My mood doesn't need improving!" Marcelle shot back.

"Yes it does. You should stop and enjoy life more. Maybe you and Fritz...." Brenn made an obscene gesture with her hands.

"Absolutely not!" Marcelle hissed.

Fritz did his best to ignore his distracting company. Once again, he focused on the masked man announcing the upcoming fighters.

"The UFL stands on tradition!" The man yelled out. "The tradition that the strong rule! But that's not something you all would know anything about!" The man pointed to the spectators. "Damien Whitetower, doesn't respect people who won't fight. Looking around all I see is a bunch of cowards too afraid to join up, and fight!" The crowd booed the man. He spread his arms wide, almost encouraging their hatred. Fritz rolled his eyes at the obvious baiting. "Tryouts for the UFL are happening all the time! Come prove your prowess. But be warned! We only welcome the strong!" Shoving his fist skywards, he flexed his arms. Rippled muscles like bundled steel taunted the crowd daring them to test their might.

"Now! Rookie night is always my favorite! Raw talent, blood, and spirit on full display! Let me welcome our first fighters of the day!"

"In the left corner! A true warrior who is already making quite the name for himself. A burgeoning legend, who brought in the head of wyvern for his admission ticket to the UFL! A future legend in the making, this fighter is sure to impress. Grom!"

"Grom! Grom! Grom!"

The crowd chanted his name louder and louder, as the minotaur warrior exited from the shady side tunnel directly into the sandy fighting pit. Standing heads above a normal man, Grom snorted. Hot air fluttered out of the minotaur's large nose as he cracked his neck. Large curling horns filed to a point glittered within the fire light of the underground arena. The minotaur was completely shirtless. He bounced his pectoral muscles in anticipation. The crowd swooned at the sheer size of the lad. His eyes focused on the opposite tunnel as he made his way to the center of the room.

"Damn, he's huge." Fritz said. "I feel sorry for whoever is getting pummeled."

"Eh. That muscles all show." Brenn said casually. "Reckon, I could take him."

"He's like four of you." Fritz replied.

"Don't matter. I'm used to taking bigger guys." Brenn punctuated with a wink. "I can show you." Fritz held his hands up, as if to back away.

"Aww...." Brenn squeezed his ass again. Fritz jumped slightly in shock. "Don't forget to live a little!"

"Minion, do not become a degenerate like her." Marcelle said venomously.

"Now! In the right corner! Someone fresh off the boat! We have a brand new, never before seen talent! Yesterday, this lady blew away our examiners! Ladies and losers! Ada!"

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The crowd barely reacted as the familiar blonde wolfkin exited her tunnel and made her way towards the center of the ring. Her gray eyes scanned the stadium looking for a familiar face. Fritz waved toward the wolfkin. Immediately seeing Fritz her expression softened as she waved back towards her companions.

The slab of meat and Ada squared off in the center of the fighting pit. Just beside them, the masked announcer stood ready and waiting to hype up the crowd.

"I want a good clean fistfight you two!" The announcer yelled loud enough for the entire audience to hear. "Nothing fatal, but everything else goes. Break and bash to your heart's content, so long as Freyes' priests can put it back together! You hear me?" Ada and Grom nodded to one another. "Good! Touch fists and show us what your worth!"

Grom crossed his arms, as Ada stood waiting with her hands at her side. The announcer backed away from the two. Grom turned to the announcer.

"You can't be serious? This is my opponent?" His voice was like rumbling stone. Deep and low, yet it carried with it that strength that made all other things quiet. His lips curled upwards at Ada. The blonde wolfkin looked completely relaxed. Damien Whitetower shrugged as if the fight was completely out of his hands. "Why are you wasting my time with this weakling?"

"It's the rules. All rookies have to advance the ranks by fighting. No one gets a free pass."

"I'm no rookie. I've killed plenty of dangerous beasts. This is beneath me."

"Not in my eyes." The announcer replied. A slight sardonic smile warped his lips. "Besides, your enemy is before you, do you really want to look away?"

"Her? She has barely been watching me. She keeps searching the stands!" Grom turned to Ada. "Girl, drop out. Don't make me hurt you. Anyone can see I would destroy you in a fight." Ada's lips pouted.

"No. I'm gonna impress Fritz." Ada frowned as she saw Brenn doing something to Fritz. Cursing underneath her breath, she turned her vision away from the stands.

"Call the fight. She's just doing this to impress her crush. She's gonna end up crippled, once I get my hands on her."

"She agreed to be here." The announcer pointed out. "She deserves a chance at glory, just like all the others."

"There will be no glory here. This will be a slaughter."

"Let's do this." Ada said confidently. Preparing her guard she got into a fighting stance.

"Ladies and weaklings, our fighters are starting to take things seriously! They've finally come to their senses, and realized what they were brought out to do!" The announcer suddenly shouted with jubilant energy.

"This is your final warning. Don't make me hurt you." Grom threatened.

"Shut up, and fight." Ada replied.

"A woman after my own heart!" Damien Whitetower pretended to swoon on the spot. Rolling his eyes Grom put up his hands.

Ada's hard gray eyes fixated upon her prey. Grom's lower body tensed, and the minotaur surged forward. More muscle than was humanly possible sped forward towards Ada. Grom's shoulder flexed as his fist shot downward. Ada dug into the sand. With calm deliberate movements, Ada moved to block the punch. The punch connected. The air around the arena reverberated. The blow pushed Ada back. Her heels dug into the sand, as she remained standing.

"Is that all you got?" Ada taunted. Grom snorted, as he returned to his stance.

"That was nothing. It was just a light jab to wake you up."

The two fighters squared off. Grom was the first to attack. Tucking his head in, he charged against his diminutive opponent. His large chest sucked in air, before a primal war cry announced his attack. Ada responded in kind, charging forward, she went on the offensive. Jumping forward, she extended her knee as she grabbed his horns. Bone struck against bone, as Grom's head flew back. The momentum of his body kept him moving forward as his thick arms reached for his opponent. Ada was already off of him.

"A savage blow!" The announcer called out. The crowd went wild as Ada moved around his side, raining blows upon the giant. The crack of Ada's fist beat like a drum against his body. Grom's superior size and strength struggled to catch up. His arms shot out wildly trying desperately to force the wolfkin away. Grom's anger was growing. Bellowing like a madman, he swept his arm like a club. Ada dodged underneath, as she rolled away. Jumping to her feet.

"You're quick, but that's all you are. I'm too strong for you to defeat! I am the greatest warrior this world will ever know!" Grom shouted.

"Prove it!" Ada shouted back. The crowd demanded Ada's blood. They screamed and shouted for Grom to destroy the wolfkin.

Unperturbed, Ada went on the offensive. Edging forward, she kept her hands up, as she methodically worked to topple the titan before her. Delivering quick low kicks, Ada felt Grom's knees buck with each strike. Veins bulged upon the minotaurs face, as he progressively got redder and redder. Grom was frothing at the mouth. Each punch and swing of his fist was becoming more reckless. Each blow threatened to connect with enough force to immediately end the fight. His stance faltered, as his knee buckled. Seizing upon the opportunity Ada moved forward, ready to deliver the final blow.

Shifting his body like a striking snake, Grom raised his fist. His clenched hand descended from above as he let out a mighty war cry. The crowd stopped cheering. All eyes fixated upon this moment. In the next instant, everything would be decided. Ada's heart skipped a beat, as instinct took over. Her prey was wounded right before her. Exultation took over. Her hands relaxed as she moved to intercept the fist. Her palm caught the blow. Silence reigned as the sound of an explosion resounded in the sand pit below. Blood lust took over her. The fight was hers. Holding onto his arm, Ada kicked his knee and the giant fell forward. Now on one knee, the beastkin was at the perfect height. Ada let go of his hand, and grabbed his horns. Rearing back, she slammed her forehead into her opponent. A crack like thunder echoed in the arena. Grom went limp as his head fell back. Tossing his horns away, Ada sent the giant of a man to the floor before her.

"Lights out for Grom!" The announcer screamed. Jumping up, he started cartwheeling around the defeated minotaur. The crowd erupted. The announcer stopped as he jumped up, throwing his arms wide he announced Ada's victory. "Ladies and weaklings! You have just witnessed the most decisive upset in UFL history! Fighters beware! For Dark Horse Ada is coming for you!"

Hiding in the fighter's entrance tunnels, Neva gave Ada a slow clap. Ada turned to her companions within the stands. Fritz thought the blonde wolfkin looked horrifyingly cute covered in another man's blood.