Revenant's Slaughter: The Reaper System

Grimlock

The stench of sweat, blood, and something vaguely acrid that Atticus suspected might be burnt troll sweat assaulted him as he entered the Bloodfist Arena. The rhythmic thudding that had vibrated faintly outside now pounded in his chest, a relentless drumbeat against his ribs. He squinted into the dimness, his eyes adjusting to the cavernous interior.

The arena was a massive, circular space, its dusty floor ringed by tiered seating that ascended into the shadows above. In the center stood a fighting pit, its blood-stained earth surrounded by a low, iron fence. Grunts, yells, and the sickening thud of flesh on flesh echoed from the pit, punctuated by the roar of the unseen crowd.

Atticus lingered by the entrance, his newfound confidence momentarily shaken. This was no mere training ground. This was a brutal spectacle, a clash of wills and bodies played out for the entertainment of a bloodthirsty audience. He could almost taste the violence hanging heavy in the air.

A booming voice sh