Another sacrifice lined up in the craft of contest became a brutal slaughter in which a decision wasn't needed. Hands fell in a downpour upon the misfortunate soul, tearing the very makeup of his body apart in bitter sweeps.

Every scream reveled until it sufficed, every splatter upon his body luxurious, and every limb in which he tore was a prize.

Volts of electricity coursing through every vein and the shouts and cheers which exploded underground, yet overhead, was an instigation for the kill.

Relishing blood sport and wallowing in a blood coat came the victorious Sunstreaker. Unlawful games and murder outside the stadium were thoughts vanquished in his mind along with every victim. He lived as the harbinger.