Chapter 20: Smirking Face of Death 1
Stahl was furious! She looked to the judge in question and saw a look of contempt satisfaction upon the otter’s face.
He had no intentions of making fair rulings here. He had no intentions of calling any points for either fighter. He was just here for the show, and most of the beastmen in the stadium wanted the same thing, to see the human broken, defeated, and humiliated. They were not left wanting for long.
Aster barely managed to backstep away from the humanoid dragon in time as his giant, clawed hand reached out to grasp at where he had just been.
Aster was beginning to understand his present circumstance when the dragon suddenly spun and used his large tail to sweep the human off his feet and onto the cold, compacted dirt of the ring.
Straga took the opportunity to grab hold of the boy’s left arm and lifted him high into the air, bringing the anxious human eye level for just a moment while he leaned in and whispered into his ear.
Straga had a voice that chilled Aster to the very core.
"Do you know which bloodskill I inherited from my father, little human?"
Aster felt his heart seize as his mind raced to find the answer. He had studied the great houses of Alora... The Raxos family... Their bloodskill...
The boy’s realization and the look of fear that flashed across his face afterwards brought upon a delightful, sadistic feeling of power to the monstrous beast before he softly whispered a single word to his captive with a toothy sneer, activating the bloodskill for the first time that Selection.