A large crowd had gathered and paid good money to not only see but bet on the outcome of the fight. In the arena there were three minotaurs and fifty two gladiators who had willingly or not so willingly participated in the fight. It was a death match with a twist. It did not have to be a sole man standing end, should the minotaurs fall, all the humans would win, should the humans die it was the minotaurs who won. Humans and Minotaurs alike could also slay their own kind. The battle had started and was very violent, blood being spilled and guts being bared by weapon and horn alike. Gamblers bet on the outcome although the Bookies had stopped taking requests as the fight had started. No matter the outcome the Arena Pit Owners and the Bookies were standing at making a minor fortune with this fight. Their prize had been risky, as it had cost them a pretty penny to acquire, but the money she and the minotaurs attracted made up for her cost and then some.
The Humans battled amongst themselves and the Minotaurs, unlike the Minotaurs, the human gladiators were out for themselves. The Minotaurs were brothers. Gorath, Minos and Draith. They worked as a team, fending each other from flanking attacks. They were fearsome and worked well together. When they rushed as a group they managed to gore 7 opponents and injury another 8 who had ended up at the bad end of a human's weapon. Such barbaric acts. It was only when 30 of the humans had been slain that the humans begin to act as a cohesive group. By then however the odds had dropped from 17 to 1 to a mere 7 to 1.
The minotaurs had not come out of the fight unscathed, they had small cuts, bruises and injuries. Nothing life threatening but still it made them less fearsome. Some of the humans had second thoughts and had rushed to the cage entrances to be let back inside before they died. Guards ending their lives by skewering the few who repeatedly wanted to live. In the end the Minotaurs were victorious, covered in much blood, some of it their own, much more of it however was human blood and guts.
The Announcer came on loudly as the fighting had ended "Well folks that was a fight for the ages, for once the Minotaurs have claimed victory against the odds, as promised the prize shall be delivered. Guards came out, well armed as they hauled with them a cage bearing a young scantily clad woman inside. The guards were weary because the Minotaurs were very effective killers, although they hadn't need to be so cautious. Minotaurs were intelligent beings and were not senselessly violent. Sure they were built to beat down humans easily, and had some animalistic tendencies but they had their own culture and ways. They understood what they had signed up for, they were there for prize money for their home towns survival, the piece of ass that was promised was their own reward for suffering.
The Humans battled amongst themselves and the Minotaurs, unlike the Minotaurs, the human gladiators were out for themselves. The Minotaurs were brothers. Gorath, Minos and Draith. They worked as a team, fending each other from flanking attacks. They were fearsome and worked well together. When they rushed as a group they managed to gore 7 opponents and injury another 8 who had ended up at the bad end of a human's weapon. Such barbaric acts. It was only when 30 of the humans had been slain that the humans begin to act as a cohesive group. By then however the odds had dropped from 17 to 1 to a mere 7 to 1.
The minotaurs had not come out of the fight unscathed, they had small cuts, bruises and injuries. Nothing life threatening but still it made them less fearsome. Some of the humans had second thoughts and had rushed to the cage entrances to be let back inside before they died. Guards ending their lives by skewering the few who repeatedly wanted to live. In the end the Minotaurs were victorious, covered in much blood, some of it their own, much more of it however was human blood and guts.
The Announcer came on loudly as the fighting had ended "Well folks that was a fight for the ages, for once the Minotaurs have claimed victory against the odds, as promised the prize shall be delivered. Guards came out, well armed as they hauled with them a cage bearing a young scantily clad woman inside. The guards were weary because the Minotaurs were very effective killers, although they hadn't need to be so cautious. Minotaurs were intelligent beings and were not senselessly violent. Sure they were built to beat down humans easily, and had some animalistic tendencies but they had their own culture and ways. They understood what they had signed up for, they were there for prize money for their home towns survival, the piece of ass that was promised was their own reward for suffering.