The Gladiators

The roar of the crowds, the angry screams of owners and the betting Guild members, the heavy beating of one's own heart.

Thrown into the cage of magicaly charged electrical bars, a goblin stares wide eyed at the ogre in front of him. The smell of old sweat and blood fills the small creatures snout. The goblin pleads with the ogre, expressing his desire to live another day, that he is only a slave with a cruel master, he does not wish to fight the ogre.

In answer, the ogre charges the goblin. The goblin squeals and runs to the side. The ogre rolls as he leaps forward. His arm strikes out and swats the small goblin to the side of the cage.

The goblin lands against the fence. Magical bolts of electricity rip through the small humanoid. For the pleasure of the crowd the electrical charge hums and emits a purple tainted, white bolt into the goblins dying form.

A thunderclap explosion leaves a red mist in the air where the goblin died. The oger lay nearby, crawling away from the carnage with pieces of the goblins scalp, scattered debris, sticks to the oger's sweat glistened back.

The crowd roars with applause. Welcome to the pit.