((Alright.))
The crowd cheers as you decide to continue.
After the Pit dog drags the corpse away, the next foe enters the arena, a large, hulking man ripped with muscles, and he carries a sledgehammer. Another hammer gets warped into your hands, as well.
The opposing gladiator roars barbarically and charges toward you.
[b]I run the opposite direction as he charges towards me.
We we get to the wall, I jump and flip off of it landing behind him.
I then attempt to swing my hammer into the back of his legs[/b]
[b]I hold my fist in the air, slowly walking in a circle, glaring at the crowd.[/b]
BRING ME YOUR STRONGEST!
ONE OF YOUR HOLY BEINGS!
I WILL BEAT THEM!
AND BECOME YOUR CHAMPION!
The crowd suddenly falls silent as the opposite gate slides open for the next contestant to come out of.
A tall figure, shadowed by a furred cloak, strides into the arena. Its head is tilted downward, shadowing its identity even more. It then halts and stands in front of its gate, which slides closed.
Your hammer warps out of your hand, but nothing is warped into it. It must be hand-to-hand this round.