Ch 9 Part 5

The crowds roared once again as a new champion was before them. They were in total awe that someone was able to defeat The Black Wolf. Some roared almost as loud as The Grey Tiger with excitement and adrenaline coursing through everyone. It was almost too much to try to contain. With the fight over, The Grey Tiger ripped the heart of The Black Wolf's chest and threw what was left of his carcass as he proceeded to eat the heart in front of the crowd. From the look on the faces of the crowd, it was clear they had never seen a fighter do that before. But the Grey Tiger did not care, to him it was his ultimate trophy. Holding onto that old tradition of days gone by that basically lent to the assertion that you would gain your enemies strength and bravery if you ate their heart. As one who had only ever known the pit fights from a young age, it was his personal way of taking any kind of control; the one thing they could never ever take from him. And he enjoyed that one and only thought each time he had to fight.

The body gatherers came in and cleared what was left of the wolf as the tiger's handlers entered the ring to take him back to his cell where he would have a feast waiting for him. Plus, a new line of people looking at him for breeding stock. Hell, if he could take out the best fighter in the arena on his debut fight, he had to have some serious talent. It made the pit fight breeders just drool at the very thought of such high-end fighters in the future. The body gatherers had finally finished covering most of the blood and removing what was left of the wolf. All that would be left for the last fight of the day, would be Krista's fight. They would be pitting her against a wolf as well. Krista at this point was one of three cat breed beastkin. With only ten female fighters, it would be too boring to have her go up against another cat breed so soon. Krista's form as a beast was more of that of a lioness look, but with stipes mixed in with soft spots. The other two cats, past the saber, was the tiger and the one who resembled a black panther. But for today's fights, it seemed as though they were going for cats versus dogs. Kale looked over to Oshwa as he smiled a confident smile.

Kale the Slaver: "Well now, that was a fight. I never had a chance to see him in action before purchasing him from my old friend down south. Dare I say, I made a damn good investment."

Oshwa the Brave: "You most certainly did. I guarantee, the entire group of the pit fighting breeders is already circling the male winners cage in hopes of getting the breeding opportunity that I offer. I mean, you said he was top ranked, but I didn't know he was familiar with almost all styles of fighting."

Kale the Slaver: "Well its news to me as well. I knew he was good; I just was not entirely sure what training my friend had him undergo until now. I am quite pleased with the results of today's fight. Though the eating of the heart thing was something new to me. I never got told he did that."

Oshwa the Brave: "I do not care that he does that. Hell, what is left of the other fighter usually gets thrown to the other animals that pitted against those who steal and stuff anyway. So, it is fine. Hell, it may be his own little victory thing. You never know."

Kale the Slaver: "You make a good point. Leftover body parts are just food to the animal stock anyways. Who am I to take that one and only thing from him? As long as he wins, who cares, right?"

Oshwa the Brave: "Right, in about thirty minutes, it will be Krista's turn. We have her set up to take on a wolf clan herself."

Kale the Slaver: "That is fine. Cannot wait to see how well she does with this fight. Maybe she will start figuring out a decent strategy instead of just raw instinct. Maybe we should look into a trainer for her."

Oshwa the Brave: "In time, I want to make sure she can keep winning on her own feet first. Then we will get a trainer. Another fight or two should tell us all we need to know."

Shaking their heads in agreement, the two went back to drinking on their wine as the arena was prepped once again for some of the smaller dispute fights that took place between each major fight. The smaller ones were ones that were basic dispute fights between neighbors or businesses that they just could not work a solution to, so a challenge was issued. None of the smaller fights were ever to the death. After about half a day, it was now time for Krista's fight to begin. Taking both the combatants to the ring once again, Krista had to be put in a rolling cage, she still refused to cooperate with the handlers. So, to save time, they just put her in an upright transport. That way no one had to bother with extra discipline. Unbeknownst to Krista, her opponent had already had at least ten wins under her belt. She could never be a breeder; her upbringing was far too violent for that.

As one of the few female-bred pit fighters, Krista was unaware that she would have to work hard against this upcoming opponent. Once again, the crowd surged with cheers so loud they hurt your ears as the next big fight was certain to begin. Once again, the alchemist prepped the sigil stones. The female wolf already knew her role in this and had reverted to her beast form with no issues. Nodding his head to his fellow alchemist, he then placed the stones in the cage because they knew Krista would resist and not change, they would have to force her with the incantations once again. They could only be hopeful that she would finally figure out that it will be less pain if she just changes on her own. Once again, the announcer took his place on the platform in the center of the arena as he prepared to introduce the combatants once again.

Announcer: "LAAAADDDDY'S AND GEENNNTLLMEN! HERE WE ARE ONCE AGAIN FOR A FEAST ON THE EYES AS TWO FEMALES FIGHT IT OUT ONCE AGAIN FOR YOUR ENTERTAINMENT! HURRY UP AND PLACE THOSE BETS!

Announcer continues: "IN THIS CORNER, THE GREY SHE WOLF WITH TEN WINS TO HER NAME! STILL A FAIRLY NEWCOMER, SHE WAS BRED FOR THESE FIGHTS! AND IN THE OPPOSING CORNER, THE EXILED BEAUTY FROM THREE MONTHS AGO, ONLY KNOWN AS KRISTA TO THOSE HERE WHO SEEN HER FIRST FIGHT THAT ENDED IN A DRAW! SO, WITHOUT FURTHER DELAY, LET US GET THIS FIGHT UNDERWAY!!!"

The crowds just cheered with thundering stomps as they were more excited to see the females fight than the males. After all, there was only a total of ten female fighters in this area of the country. The large gong once again rang out in a resounding thunderous boom that reverberated all across the arena once more. The she wolf then howled in pain over the sounds making her ears hurt so bad. Krista was being forced to transform once again by the alchemists use of the sigil stones as the cage doors were slowly raising once more. The she wolf just paced back and forth in front of the doors as she awaited the signal, snarling and clacking her claws hard into the ground. She just kept her eyes fixed on the cell Krista was in. Krista was screaming in great pain as the transformation was being forced once again upon her. The process of her bones forcibly remolding themselves was enough to drive most people mad. Luckily for her, she was already mad. The alchemist chanted the incantations with more focus. And as long as she kept refusing to change of her own will, they would continue to have to force the change upon her.