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(Epic fight incoming! And a look at Varg's "final form". Fighting theme!)

Draven came up close to him with a new spear of chitin. The Dunmer stuck the tip of the spear out in the open in an attempt to pierce his face.

"'No killing', my ass!" growled Varg as he dodged his head to the side to escape the spear.

He then noticed the grim smile on the Dunmer's lips and could already tell by staring into the warrior's eyes that there was no way he was going to let him come out of the pit alive. He would kill him here and then claim it was an accident. Who would blame him for accidentally killing the outlander?

"So, is that how it's going to be?"

Varg growled and grabbed the shaft of the spear, shoving its blunt end into the face of the Ashkhan's son breaking his nose.

"You n'wah!" shouted Draven and dropped the spear when he covered his nose. "You will pay for that!"

He pulled a dagger from his belt and jumped on Varg under the cheering of the crowd. He stabbed him repeatedly in the shoulder.

Varg fell to the ground and grunted in pain before he punched Draven right into his stomach and kicked him off from his chest. It bled badly from the wound and he was limping because of the damage they had dealt him the day before.

"I will not fucking die here, you hear?!"

One of Draven's warrior came darting towards him with a war axe. Varg dodged him and downed him with one stroke of the sharp end of his elbow at the back of the attacker's neck. Another tried to stab him in the side with a tanto. Varg had time to discover the attack and grappled the warrior, bending his arm backwards and breaking it until he dropped the weapon under groans of pain.

There were five of them remaining, Draven included. The crowd went wild seeing their own elite warriors being defeated by an unarmed prisoner and roared in ecstasy.

"Shut the hell up, would you?" muttered Varg and tried to focus on where the next attack might be coming from.

One of the attacks came from a stealthy little soldier who had snuck up behind him. He laid his arms around Varg's neck and pulled him backwards causing them both to tumble to the ground. His grip around Varg's neck grew harder as his victim struggled to breathe. Meanwhile the rest of the attackers came threatingly closer with drawn weapons, ready to end the fight once and for all.

''I gotta... survive! Varg thought as he tried to be free from the grip. My gift! My powers! Can I use them? ''He looked into the sun. ''It's too bright and I am too weak. Using them could kill me... But what choice do I have? Might as well risk killing myself rather than let these assholes do it for me.''

He looked wide-eyed at Mara who gasped in fear of what would happen to him. I hope you are ready to see this, girl.

For one moment his mind grew dark and time seemed to slow down. He was surrounded by enemies with drawn weapons, all pointing to him. He was seconds from certain death, but so were they. He closed his eyes and looked deep inside within him. And there he found him. Big, black and covered with a thick coat of fur. A snarling beast with a voracious hunger for flesh. His preferred form of choosing. The form which even Sidion would look upon with fear, he reckoned. The form which had given him a most deserved alias.

When he shot open his eyes the warriors weren't smiling anymore. They were trembling. Trembling with fear in terror of whatever horrid beast stood in front of them. A black wolf as tall as a tree with eyes glowing of anger and hatred. The cheering had died and had been replaced with an awkward silence. Even Mara stood speechless at the sight.

"Are you going to kill me or what?!" the Black Wolf snarled with a booming voice. "Come then, you fuckers! If you think you are the men who are destinied to kill me, to kill the child of Sithis!"

The giant wolf approached the warriors with slow and steady footing and they all took a long step back.

Draven backed away slowly. "T-this... this isn't happening! Something like this shouldn't even exist!"

"If you treasure your lives let this rigged trial be won for my part, if not then the last thing you will see in this world is the inside of my stomach! So choose and face the consequences!"

There weren't any applause or cheering when the warriors all of a sudden dropped their weapons to the ground.

"Well chosen", said the monster wolf and Draven could almost imagine a smile somewhere beyond those gigantic jaws filled with jagged teeth.