Chapter 35

Somewhere in the woods of Willows creak, someone could be seen dragging himself across the ground or rather something...

Black blood oozed from its legs that had been severed into two the latter no where to be found.

This trail didn't go unnoticed by one person as he swiped his hand on a stained leaf feeling the blood between his finger tips. His purple hair reflected in the pale moon light as he followed the trail which eventually led him to the source.

A half dead rager laid on the ground which looked like it was on its last legs.Its skin was paler than usual and its usual blood shot eyes shone faintly in the nights light.

"Oh look what we have here", the purple hairedman said approaching it smiling slightly.

The Rager turned his head slightly whispering the word help causing the humans eyes to widen in surprise.

He speaks ..., A Rager with intelligence...

"Now this just keeps getting interesting", the purple haired man said fully grinning this time.

Taking out a box from his cloak opening it slowly to reveal a carefully placed syringe .The syringe was filled with a yellow liquid which seemed to sparkle like a tiny star trapped in a vial.

A loud cry could be heard as he stabbed it on the already mangled leg of the Rager. The Rager squirmed and his eyes shot open with an even bigger intensity.

Slowly in the pale moonlight , a faint glow could be seen on the body of the Rager as his legs began to regenerate at a fast speed and his once bruised body became whole again.

"Who?" The Rager managed to say in its confused state.

"They call me Lorenzo", the purpled haired man said smiling with an evil glint in his eye.

"Now get up, we have a tournament to catch"

Let's go make history...

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Meanwhile Ian stood on line with the others as they waited to sign for the upcoming tournament. Since the tournament was up close, the final preparations were being made for the event.

A group of men walked by hitting the shoulders of others as the passed. Apparently they were known as the gladiators, rivals to the hunters. The all looked huge about 7 feet making Ian think the were of a different breed. Their flashy knives and attire spoke that they didn't lack in the funds department either.

Apparently Ian wasn't the only one to noticed as Kael turned giving a slight whistle.

"If I had money like that I'll buy a whole Island just for me and Nyx", he said earning a look from Dorrien.

Speaking of Nyx, this was one part he wasn't happy with. Apparently the hunters had two squads, a male squad and a female squad so Nyx was forced to go to the female division. He at this point had to trust that she could take care of herself.

Speaking of which he realised that Nyx had come a long way. To be honest they both had. But would it be enough to take down Pierre and his minions...

A slight commotion dragged him out of his thoughts.

"Move it", Someone said holding the shoulders of a guy who seemed to be half his height.

The bully, named Grim, was a gladiator with a hulking mass of muscle that seemed to ripple beneath his skin like a living thing. His face was a cruel map of sharp angles and bulging veins, with a prominent jawline that seemed to jut out like a challenge.

His crood smile gave off an aura of menace, a sense that he was always on the lookout for his next victim.

The smaller boy whose name was Theon felt the trickles of sweat run down his face.

He wasn't small in any way and he was by some judged as an excellent fighter but when faced with Grim he couldn't help but panick.

Backing away he felt someone grip his hand and from the grip he could feel who it was.

"Too slow ",Grim said forming his second hand into a fist.

Swinging it at a fast speed, Theon braced himself as there was no possible way he could avoid it. No one has ever taken a dodged a hit from Grim.

A loud bang resounded in the room. All heads where in one direction as the turned to see the dismangled Theon.Standing Infront of Theon instead was a guy with a black hood covering his red hair and his eyes flashed golden for a second.

"When did he get there ",Kael said smiling.

But one thing was on Theons mind.

He stopped Grims hand but how .....

Ian stood holding Grim by his fist causing everyone to wonder in amazement.

Krux the leader of the gladiators was in deep thought.

The only person that has been able to stand Grims punch is me and not without substantial injury but he doesn't even look hurt. Who is he.....

Coming to a conclusion, he walked forward. His footsteps echoing in the now quiet hall.

"Grim you have turned soft, pitying the newbies are you", he said smiling.

"Let's go", he added after, causing everyone to go back to their normal routine.

Theon stood Infront of Ian looking at him in wonder. He knew more than any one the power behind that punch.

"Thank you, thank you very much", he said bending his head almost 90 degrees causing Ian to feel a little embarrassed.

Soon after a man who looked a little larger than Theon came by, stopping to have a closer look at Ian.

"Thank you for saving Theon, the predators owe you a favour ", Jack said bowing his head slightly.

Nodding his head, Ian walked back to Kael and Dorrien leaving Jack and Theon.

Theon was rambling apparently to Jack who was lost in thought.

He has no injuries...and why does he seem so familiar...