Uly

It was not a battle, it was a massacre.

Dante watched as his friend’s bones were broken, one by one.

Ness could barely even stand, as Viktor kept punching and punching.

Blood splattered around the arena. All of it came from Ness, as her white dress became red from her injuries.

Ness fell on the floor, her strength fading quickly and surely. Viktor didn't care. He went for another kick in the face.

“She’s not going to make it,” said Uly.

Uly was a new Hunter in the colosseum, and he had always been friendly with Ness.

“What do you mean? Ness always gets spared. She’s going to be fine.” Dante said.

“Not this time,” Uly asked.

“What do you mean?”

“The reason why everyone spares her is that she sleeps with every gladiator that gets her or you, for that matter,” he said.

The answer was so unexpected that Dante recoiled back.

“What?”