Hey I'm back with a new chapter and maybe a hopefully suffeciant excuse. Anyway when I first started this I didn't know if I actually wanted to continue so the first two chapters were just me putting the idea out there which is probably why I didn't immediately update. Also just righting this chapter took a lot out of me. Anyway here's the next chapter in my little story so I hope you all enjoy.


Readjustment Period

As she slowly came back to consciousness, the nineteen year old brunette known as Hana Song, or to her fans, came to notice a few things. First, she was feeling way too tired and apathetic to even consider getting up from her bed at the moment. Second, this was definitely not a very familiar space to be waking up in, and third… she could distinctly recall feeling unprepared for whatever headaches today might bring.

That's not to say whatever might happen today couldn't be interesting, after all this place did always seem to make her feel like life was a whole lot bigger than she thought it was, and that was saying something considering her military career was literally dedicated to fighting giant robots in a mech the size of a truck. It wasn't all bad though, there were tons of new and interesting people to meet and diverse opportunities to be had… sort of. She was still kind of stuck here competing in a game like everyone else, practically trapped like here against their will, but that didn't mean she couldn't at least have some fun in the meantime.

As she got up from her bed in some grey sweats and a pink tank top with a bunny symbol on it, the mech pilot couldn't help but sigh.

"Still feels weird acknowledging there are actually… other versions of earth out there. Feels like something out of an old mmo, especially why we're all here and all," the South Korean native thought as she let out another tired yawn. It wasn't as if she had anything against these people from other universes or even the more openly hostile or prejudiced groups, she didn't exactly know any of their history or have enough of an impression to form her own opinion on them, well… at least most of them.

She'd gotten to meet a couple of different people hanging around the lab whenever she would go to work on her mech, Tokki. She'd usually found herself workshopping ideas with that Stark fellow every time she'd go down there. It was nice enough but she couldn't help but feel so… out of place. There was always this weird sense of inferiority following her around whenever she was near anybody. She'd already dealt with similar feelings when she first started working with the others in Overwatch but it just seemed to magnify now that she was here in the games. "I feel like there's so many people here who outclass me that it doesn't even seem like I have a chance," She mused dejectedly as she gathered her supplies for the bathroom.

As Hana was on her way to take a shower she found herself looking at all the hallway occupants she'd past. There was this one African American man with a goatee talking to a red headed woman who had literal feathered wings sprouting from her back. She also ended up passing an anthropomorphic raccoon dressed in a blue and red uniform brandishing a gun while he hung onto a walking tree. "Might not actually be the weirdest thing I've seen lately," she mused.

After finishing up in the bathroom, the nineteen year old girl found herself dropping her stuff off in her room before she lazily dragged herself to the lab near the heroes main room.

As she entered the room across from the kids' and adults' respective lunch rooms, she was greeted with some rather familiar sights. The giant white and red robot that looked like an ambulance was currently toiling away at some devices with symbols on them that she definitely didn't understand.

Off to the side the purple bandana wearing anthropomorphic ninja turtle named Donnie was currently amidst a conversation with the half machine half man member of the superhero group Teen Titans known as Cyborg. The two were probably going off on some new ideas for inventions as usual. "Now all they need is that little boy with the brunette themed ice cream swirl styled hair and the weird fox kid then they'll have a genius quartet of technobabble of which I will probably be put to sleep by," Hana mused.

As she made her way over to her parked mech she ended up passing a whole assortment of individuals working on whatever gadgets or gizmos they could come up with to keep their mind occupied. The Fentons and that Hatsume girl where excitedly talking about some new invention ideas for tearing up ghosts as usual while others did much the same save for the part about their inventions being ghost pilot ended up walking by her fellow overwatch member that genetically enhanced super intelligent gorilla, Winston, working with some red headed girl on a glowing green sword that probably belonged to Genji, the cyborg ninja probably off doing some yoga or meditating while they worked on his weapon. She also saw Mei working on her ice gun with Snowball, her robot, accompanying her as usual.

Hana just lazily waved at then which ended up causing Winston to wave back as she passed by. She walked by a few more different people, none of which she rarely knew until she eventually made it to the little corner where she stashed her mech. She would have just preferred to keep it in her room where she could work on it interrupted but the dorms provided little space and she heavily doubted anyone wouldn't make a fuss about her keeping a highly weaponized mech where they couldn't readily see it.

It wasn't as if there were many set rules here, just that some of the more stuck up contestants decided it best to keep things orderly whether everyone agreed to that or not.

As she walked up to the pink bunny like mech she waved a hello to the fit ponytailed blonde woman in a blue form fitting bodysuit she came to know as Samus Aran who like everyone else here, was from a different dimension.

Hana just lazily waved to the woman working on her red and gold power suit as she walked over and proceeded to lean on her pink bunny themed mech.

"Howdy Hana, sleep well," Samus asked as she went back to work on mech after waving. simply gave a noncommittal hmph which caused the other woman to snort in amusement. "So it's going to be one of those days today, huh," she responded semi-sarcastically.

"Just got a lot on my mind is all. Feeling sorta… out of place, I guess," the brunette murmured. "Why's that," asked the ponytailed blond, which felt like a slap in the face to , seeing as she found it to be painfully obvious. "I don't know, it's just… with everything going on…," Hana trailed off as she gave a vague gesture, as if that would explain things.

"I hear ya," came a new voice, to the surprise of the two ladies. It was a dark haired brunette man with a goatee dressed in a t-shirt and jeans. This was none other than the world famous Tony Stark a.k.a. Iron-Man. Genius, billionaire, playboy who just so happened to be the mentor/superhero ally of Peter Parker. "Being in this place, while not totally dull, definitely leaves much to be desired," he continued.

"Maybe we should throw a party around here, might liven up the joint," he finished. "Need I remind you Mr. Stark that we are all currently trapped here," Samus remarked dryly. "Sorry that I wanted to bring up the mood Commander Ripley. Just wanted to make the best of my time here," the billionaire replied sarcastically. "And besides with the super mad scientists running around this place like me… well I'm sure we'll all have this thing figured out in no time," Tony added, giving the blond a confident grin.

Samus just rolled her eyes in response while just snorted at the man's rather confident demeanor. "Fine don't believe me, just don't get all upset when I say I told you so,"he responded impassively. Before anyone else could respond however, they were cut off by the sound of the speakers throughout the building being operated.

"WELL HELLO THERE, IF IT ISN'T MY FAVORITE GROUP OF FIGHTERS. I Hope you're all ready for another day of CARNAGE AND MAYHEM," the announcer spoke over the radio. "Now I'm gonna let all you cool cats finish up whatever boring thing you got going on because in an hour THE NEXT EVENT BEGINS, and might I remind you… VIEWING IS MANDATORY," he added, causing a couple groans throughout the lab. "Like I said you kiddos got an hour to finish up because we only got two more contestants to introduce before the real games begin," he chanted. "Anyway go finish up whatever loser crap you're doing then head on down to the arena or Find a tv screen to what cause things are about to get SPICY," John Doe finished.

Those present in the lab just huffed out in annoyance at the interruption. "Well ladies," Stark began, "as much as I'd like to spend the rest of my time pestering you folks I do have other more important things to work on," he said before taking his leave. "Try not to damage anything while the adults are out kids," he added as he was walking away.

"He could try maybe being a little less condescending," Samus huffed lazily with crossed arms once he was out of earshot. just shrugged before she replied, saying, "could be worse, I guess," not having much else to add and not being sure which person she ment. "Listen I just woke up so I'm gonna go see if I can find myself something to snack on," Hana spoke pointing towards the door. "No problem. Hey maybe if we're lucky we might be able to find a seat together before things get too crowded," the bounty hunter suggested. "Here's hoping," Hana replied before she waved off her newest acquaintance. "Hopefully whatever happens today won't be the thing to finally drive me up a wall," she grumbled to herself as she left to grab herself a coffee.


Time passed on the Contestant's Island and to where it eventually came time for the next scheduled event of the mysterious Curator's contest. Many of the off duty contestants could be seen in crowds rushing to get to one of the portals that led to a viewing area. While this was going on our friendly neighborhood wallcrawler was unfortunately being subject to the whims of the crowd as he was being pushed to and fro by uncaring pedestrians, much to his chagrin. It would seem that the crowds even kept our poor webslinger's feet from even touching the floor.

"Well, at least it's not interdimensional vampires coming to steal my life points this time," he mused as he was being shoved by some unknown giant of a person who probably wasn't human. In truth, the teen, who while wearing his mask, was actually dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt, was just content that his latest misadventure hadn't proved to be perilous so far. Sure he could definitely do without the people he'd never met trying to kill him but that was to be expected no matter the circumstances given the life he lived. "You know, Uncle Ben did always say us Parkers have pretty rotten luck," he thought, still struggling in the crowd only to be interrupted by an elbow to the face. Luckily the crowd seemed to move forward without him leaving him on his butt though thankfully without risk of being trampled.

"I can't help but feel like my favorite Snowcone and all the other little league superheroes just left me to fend for myself," he mused, rubbing his head. While he was grateful for his friend Iceman and all the other teen heroes from his universe explaining the general gist of things going on here, he felt like most people here saw him as more of an afterthought than anything else. "Guess wherever I end up things always seem like high school, not that I'm even finished high school, or you know halfway through it," he observed.

"Need a hand," came a familiar voice. Peter looked up to find it was none other than one of his friends, a red headed girl in a yellow and black costume by the name of Angelica Jones or as her teammates on the X-Men called her, Firestar, who was currently outstretching her hand for Peter to grab. "Thanks," he replied as she helped him up. "You looked like you could use a hand," she stated. "I had it under control," came Peter's confident reply which only served to cause the girl to roll her eyes. "C'mon, we don't want to miss the show," she added enthusiastically, as she pointed at the portal in the now empty hallway. Peter simply nodded before the two friends made their way to the portal.

"Uh hey, Angelica," Peter spoke up, causing the ruby haired teen to turn to him in question. "I uh…," he started fiddling with his fingers. "I just wanted to say thanks, for you know keeping my secret identity on the down low. I uh… I appreciate it," he finished. The girl just smiled at her awkward friend before saying, "don't worry about it bud, it's really nothing. Besides, haven't you helped me out tons before, it's the least I could do." Peter just rubbed his neck awkwardly at receiving the compliment, but smiled behind his mask. "Well… just… thanks, it means a lot," he replied. "Anyway let's get going, let's not miss the big event," she uttered, adding a mocking voice which caused the webhead to snicker.

As they exited the portal they were greeted to the sight of what looked to be a very large viewing area that looked almost exactly like a movie theater only it seemed to be able to fit a colosseum's worth of people. The people gathered there seemed to have split off into their own separate groups that each group of seats seemed to be separated by, and judging by the way his spider sense wouldn't shut up, it was pretty clear that was due to some unseen tensions in the room. Peter could have told you that however just judging by the fact that both the groups of giant alien robots known as Autobots and Decepticons were currently forced to occupy the same room together, though they were at separate ends of the room. And what a situation that was for the webhead.

Not only were there giant robots that seemed to have seating tailor made to fit their size but they also just so happened to be living incarnations of the toys of fictional characters that Peter could distinctly remember playing with as a kid and they were actually there in the flesh… or metal so to speak. "Still can't believe that Optimus Prime is real and I'm actually in the same room as him. If I wasn't so overwhelmed with everything I'd probably be geeking out right now," the teen hero mused. "I wonder which version he's the most like. Is he a lot like his classic G1 version or does he share a lot of qualities with the latest shows. I hope he's not like the version from the Michael Bay movies cause you know… ew," Peter continued excitedly only for his musings to be cut short with a pat on the shoulder from Angelica.

The webslinger turned to face his old classmate only to find the girl pointing at a group of seats which upon further inspection seemed to show off a slew of other familiar faces to the wallcrawler. He could actually pick out a few of his friends in the superhero community sitting in a large booth waving down to him and Angelica.

Even though he had already seen them along with a few of their classmates from the Xavier School during breakfast, Seeing Iceman and Kitty Pryde waving at him did end up bringing the teen some mild sense of comfort. What didn't provide comfort were the few people sitting in the group that he definitely didn't expect to come across. Not only was his superhero successor, the Miles Morales of another dimension present, but also the other spider themed hero who just so happened to be his childhood friend who passed away in his universe.

That was just one of the fun things about going on a multiversal adventure where your or more accurately other versions of you are at the center of it.

Peter ended up just walking up to the booth, ignoring any looks and vibes he got from the other viewers despite how uneasy those present made him feel. "Gotta love my supercharged anxiety. It's my most useful superpower," he thought sarcastically. "Can't even watch a movie or do my homework without my spider sense yelling at me that I'm about to be killed by a random fly," Peter mused as he and Angelica made it to the booth their friends were occupying.

As the two made their way through the rows of Angelica ended up sitting next to Iceman or Bobby Drake as he was more commonly known which left Peter to sit next to her landing himself in the seat right next to his dead best friend. "Alright Pete, just act normal, nothing weird going on here… except for the fact that your best friend is actually alive and sitting right next to you… sort of… not really. This Gwen is still from another dimension so just be chill," he tried ordering himself between calming breaths, hoping that would end up making the coming conversation more bearable.

Peter just cleared his throat loudly enough to get her attention and when she turned to him, he proceeded to place his hand on her shoulder and in the deepest voice he could muster, he slowly said, "hey."

He wasn't sure but judged by the way her mask's lenses scrunched up, which… hey, they can also do that, she was probably looking at him like he'd lost his marbles. "Uh Yeah… you good Pumpkin Pete," she asked slowly. Peter, feeling beyond embarrassed, just let go of and began rubbing his arms as he anxiously sputtered, "Uh Yeah… yep, totally fine. It's just weird seeing you again and all… and it's still hard to think of you differently when you're just… you know I'm gonna shut up now," he finished before defeatedly slumping in his seat.

The blond girl dressed in a white loose fitting band t-shirt and black jean shorts just patted him on the shoulder as she said, "no worries man. It's okay to get mixed up… besides you realized your mistake and like you told me last time we met, it's kinda hard not to think of each other as our alternate universe counterparts when we both have so much in common."

"Oh yeah, that's right. The Peter Parker from her universe died when she got powers. Jeez, it must be super hard for her to even sit next to me," Peter mused somberly. It was a strange set of attributes the two super teens shared. Both teens had gotten bit by a spider that gave them the same set of superpowers on their respective eighth grade field trips, and both teens had ended up losing their universe's counterparts who just so happened to be each of their childhood best friends due to the superhero lifestyle they led. Peter couldn't help but find it ironic, thinking that maybe the universe, or in this case multiverse, had it out for all spider based vigilantes for some reason.

"Uh... you two good," came another voice to the seat on Gwen's right, belonging to none other than a African American teen with a bushy head of hair in a jacket and shorts known as Miles Morales. The successor of another Spider-Man from a whole different dimension. "Uh Yeah Miles, we're good," Gwen answered. "Well good. You guys were starting to remind me of old P.B. and J." Peter couldn't help but groan at Miles' nickname for his other alternate universe counterpart. "Please, never let me end up like that guy," Peter whined.

"Wanna share with the rest of the class," came another voice from the row behind them. "Oh geez… hey Mr. Stark didn't see you there. Nothing to worry about. Just talking about you know spider… hero… stuff," the Queens webslinger replied after quickly turning to face his mentor. Another voice, to Miles' left piped up, "I don't remember being included," which belongs to Peter's sister/clone Spider-Woman, really his life was weird. "Do you guys maybe wanna quiet down? I know I might be a little old but I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to talk in the theater," said the buff blond man in a blue dress shirt and khakis sitting to Mr. Stark's right, Captain America or Captain Steve Rogers as most World War II history books would call him.

"Sorry Mr. Captain… Mr. America…Captain… sir," Peter replied quickly, dredging the prospect of getting on his idol and the first superhero's bad side. "Oh so you listen to the Capsicle when he asks you to do something but if I just want you to get something from a table a few feet away Underoos, it's an issue," the billionaire taunted his mentee. "Sorry Mr. Stark. I'm pretty sure it's like a law that you have to listen to Captain America, besides… your old and you need the exercise," Peter quipped back. "Is that actually a law," Captain Rogers questioned, causing Tony to sigh in defeat. "I'm not that old kid and I would like to let you know that your sazz isn't needed or earned given your record."

Peter never got the chance to snark back because another voice to the booth to their right shouted at them, "Hey, could you goddamn extras be quiet already." He also heard someone in a different booth mutter, "mama mia," under their breath which was weird because people only said that if they were imitating a certain video game character, then again he was served breakfast by a talking sponge so who knows. He just decided it would be best to quiet down for now and not annoy people.

"Yeah… uh thank you young Mr. Bakugo Explosion Pants, was starting to wonder if I was ever gonna get the attention of you wacky little viewers. GEEZ… I mean the ADD in this room is just off the charts. It's a wonder how some of you can even manage to put your pants on every morning," came the ever familiar condescending voice.

"Anyway, I just gotta say that you lot of losers are in for a treat today. We only got two more contestants to introduce before the REAL GAMES BEGIN," he added, enthusiastically as ever. "Noooo, that doesn't sound ominous at all, disembodied voice," Peter mused. "And That's purposefully so my little eight legged wonders," John responded. "Wait he heard that? Did this guy just read my mind," questioned the now alarmed webhead.

"Anyway, for all of you newbies, of which I'm referring to a very specific individual," the announcer started, only causing Peter to grow more nervous at having to be the center of attention. "If you didn't already guess, the super awesome magic at my disposal allows me to change up the arena however I like. So if you were wondering why the colosseum looks more like a movie theater today, probably because you're you know boring, then there's your answer… nerds," John remarked dryly only for Peter to whisper "Rude," in offense.

"So for the less initiated I got a very special event coming up next, a show that's guaranteed to knock your socks off," John announced enthusiastically. "And just so I don't have any whiners saying I didn't warn you, just prepare yourself if you might be a little sensitive, what's up next might be as much as a test for you as it is for our little fighter here," he added, only for the screen to turn on, signaling the beginning of the event.


In another booth, a few rows below, another group could be seen watching the screen with much interest despite the circumstances. This group was none other than team RWBY, team JNR, and assorted associates who were much more accepting of the current situation, seeing it more so as a nice break rather than something to get worked up about. The black haired, red highlighted teenage huntress Ruby Rose was one such individual, sitting in between her teammate, the white haired Weiss Schnee, and a new friend she made, the shy yet lovable farm boy known as Oscar Pine.

Ruby was currently herself looking at the screen, bouncing in excitement at what might come, much to the amusement of the other two members of RWBY, her sister Yang, who sat to rows down from Weiss, and Blake, the cat eared Faunus whose smile was a little more subdued then her friend.

"Ruby, could you please stop squirming in your chair, it's getting rather annoying," Weiss groaned. "Sorry Weiss, the girl with raven and red dyed colored hair said as her bouncing lessened, though not to the amount the white haired girl would have liked. "No need to have such a hissy fit Ice Queen, let's just be happy to enjoy this vacation while we can," the blonde bruiser known as Yang replied. "Gotta say I agree with Yang on this one," Oscar added. "It is pretty nice not having to run or fight for our lives all the time, so I'd say it counts as an improvement," came the quiet voice of Blake.

Weiss only found herself sighing in agreement as the black screen slowly zoomed out to show what appeared to be the inside of a cave.

"Well isn't that just the most average looking cave I've seen today," spoke the blonde known as Jaune Arc, only to have his friends react by giving him questioning looks. "What just providing some commentary," he defended, only to get bemused shrugs from his friends.

As the view on the screen changed, it panned around an area of the cave to show off a small tribe of little green pointy eared midgets with yellow eyes scattered around the camp.

"Wait are those supposed to be… some kind of goblins, like from one of those fantasy games" came a voice behind the group's booth, much to Weiss's annoyance.

The brief moment of calm was swiftly interrupted when two daggers had ended up burying themselves in the eyes of each goblin sending them offscreen with a trail of liquid red following behind them. This obviously caused a bit of an uproar for some of the crowd members with more delicate sensibilities as they responded with shouts of, "Yikes!", "Holy Hot Rockets!", "Jeez!", "My Word!", and, "Such Violence Is In No Way Suitable For An Audience That Contains Children!," among others.

In a booth near the front, Shao Khan could be seen chuckling to himself at how sensitive some of the other contestants were acting at the mere sight of blood. "These combatants must be truly weak if a simple drop of blood can so easily upset them," he criticized.

"Well I bet that came as a bit of surprise to some of you folks but what an introduction from our next contestant," came the announcer's voice again as the screen panned to reveal the person who threw said daggers. As the camera panned up to reveal a man in dingy yet sturdy grey armor carrying a round shield whose face was obscured by the ribbed helmet with a red hair like cloth that extended out the back. "That's right folks, our next contestant might seem rather controversial, the man that brings vengeance upon the most dastardly of foe, the mythical silver ranked warrior himself, the Goblin Slayer."

The shot of the armored warrior was met with a few whistles and comments such as, "so manly," and, "I like where this is going."

"Well I see someone's been taking notes out of the Punisher certified handbook of handling your enemies," Spidey noted, uneasily just as the man onscreen proceeded to pull out a sword.

"So cool," Ruby thought to herself just as the screen switched to reveal the faces of three terrified goblins as well as two dead ones with daggers sticking out of their eyes and blood oozing from them. The three goblins attempted to charge their shared adversary only to be swiftly cut down by the bloody slashes of the Goblin Slayer's sword. He then proceeded to finish the three of by stabbing one in the eye before he ran his sword through the head of another right after stomping on the third, crushing its head beneath his foot. "How… barbaric," Weiss mused in disgust, her face contorting into a grimace.

"Looks like our famous champion Orcbolg isn't pulling any punches today, as expected when it comes to his most hated enemy," the announcer noted, as the man onscreen pulled the two daggers from the goblins' corpses and wiped off the blood with a spare cloth before pocketing them.

As he continued into the cave, he came across another small horde of five or so goblins celebrating over what could only be a bloody dismembered corpse. Before the goblins could fully react to the presence of the newcomer, the slayer tossed a nearby longspear he had grabbed and ended up impaling one of the goblins with it, skewering it right in its mouth.

Before the other goblins could react, the slayer ended up punting another one, sending it flying across the room and right into the cave wall. Just as another of the goblins launched themselves at him, the man countered their effort by quickly swatting it away with his shield before he proceeded to slit the throat of another with a swing from his one handed sword, leaving it to spray blood from its wound as it fell. Just as another goblin had attempted to grab ahold of the warrior's back he ended up pulling it off without much effort before slamming the poor creature into the ground, making sure to finish it off by beheading it using the blunt force of his shield.

As the other goblin that was kicked across the room regained its composure, it proceeded to let out a battle cry as it charged at the silver ranked warrior only to be silenced by the two knives that were swiftly embedding themselves in its eye and stomach thanks to the armored assassin. Once the creature stopped moving, the Goblin Slayer redirected his attention to the remaining goblin who was now cowering in fear after seeing its brethren slaughtered.

Choosing the smart option, the lone goblin opted to flee the scene only for the armored man to end up producing a pair of throwable bolas that he proceeded to wrap the creature up with, temporarily disabling it.

"Running will only get you so far," came the first words of the mysterious Goblin Slayer's raspy voice as he sauntered over to his prey, brandishing his bloody sword as it attempted to shimmy away. "Now… join your brothers in the pits of hell you foul goblin," he added menacingly, spitting the creature's name in disgust just before he silenced the monster by burying the blade of his sword right in the back of its head.

Nothing was said throughout the audience. A small portion of the younger audience hadn't exactly been accustomed to such violence, though that only counted for a select few, many found themselves currently trying to keep their cool and hopefully not spill their breakfast.

There were however a couple few in the groups who reacted very violently. It seemed that they had a hard time keeping the breakfast inside, much to the dismay of those around them.

The room's shared attention was briefly interrupted when one overzealous girl decided to jump up in her seat and shout, "Woo, yeah! Get those monsters! Make 'em bleed!" Thankfully before the girl could make anymore of a scene someone nearby chose to intervene and pull the girl back into her chair.

"Well, at least there's someone here who seems to be enjoying themselves," Spidey noted wistfully despite the circumstances.


Back with the Goblin Slayer, it seemed that his previous tangle with the goblins didn't go unnoticed. It seemed that at one of the entrances to the cave area stood a rather large looking goblin that could probably stand toe to toe with the slayer who had a visible roundness to him that only served to emphasize his size as he was surrounded by more of the smaller goblins, each of them carrying some sort of hand crafted weapon.

The slayer paid them very little heed as he plucked his sword from the head of his previous victim before turning to face them. "More of you, and you brought a hobgoblin as well, can't say that it'll make much of a difference," he stated, brandishing his sword despite the blood dripping from it. "Now then, who's first," he questioned threateningly. He got his answer when one of the goblins hurled their spear right at him, which he caught with very little effort, not even flinching when the tip nearly met his faceplate.

It seemed his dismissal of their efforts only enraged the jade creatures as they all chose that moment to charge at him while shouting incoherently in rage.

The slayer however just seemed undaunted as he quickly dispatched the four charging goblins by batting all of them to the side with the handle of his new spear. He proceeded to flip it in his hand as he reared it back just before tossing it, like a trained quarterback. right into the unsuspecting mouth of another goblin who was promptly pinned to the cave wall, blood seeping out the mouth from the wounds in its currently speared maw.

The rest just chose this time to rush the slayer, the smaller ones obviously further ahead of the big lumbering hobgoblin.

The one goblin that came at the slayer, swinging with a makeshift club was easily avoided with a sidestep to his right before the goblin slayer decided to punt the creature into a pile of his brothers. Making sure to grab the club as it flew out of the goblin's hands, the slayer proceeded to bash the head in of another charging goblin with one blow before slitting the throat of another.

He ended up dodging just in time to avoid the two fisted slam of the hobgoblin just in time and while the attack only made contact with the ground, the slayer took the opportunity to slash at the creature's calf. The large hobgoblin then proceeded to swing its fist as it turned around in retaliation. The dedicated hunter merely ducked under the blow and delivered another slash to its shoulder and raised his shield just in time to block the attack of the hobgoblin's other fist and due to the impact of the blow the slayer was briefly seen skidding to the left.

Just as the silver ranked warrior turned to his left he saw a group of five goblins rushing him and dealt with the closest one by cleaving its head in twain with an overhead slash of his sword. He then proceeded to free his sword from the goblin's skull by kicking the corpse straight into the fast approaching horde of goblins, knocking two of them over.

He then ended up swiftly slicing the throat of a goblin just as he was backing up with a backhanded slash before he restored his balance just in time for another to kick his shin, unfortunately for it, the part their foot connected with was the metal shin guard so it wasn't very effective and the Goblin Slayer proceeded to dispatch the tiny green monster with a backhanded swat of his club, sending it flying across the cave.

He then proceeded to dodge another smash from the hobgoblin by leaping to the side and ended up right next to one of the corpses. Thinking quickly, the slayer placed his sword down and went on to pull out the two throwing knives from the corpse and just as the lumbering overweight hobgoblin turned to face him, he threw the two knives straight at his head where they both ended up embedding themselves right in the monster's eyes.

Just as the poor hobgoblin screamed in agony, the slayer attention was brought to the two lesser goblins, marked with their sibling's blood, leaping towards him only for them to be easily dispatched when he batted them away with a one handed swing of his club before grabbing his sword.

Just as he stood up another goblin who was bleeding from the nose profusely came charging at him as it was shouting but it still did little to intimidate the warrior as he just ended up tripping it before slicing open a large gash on its back. He went on to make sure the goblin wouldn't cause any more trouble by stomping on its legs, breaking them under his heel with a sickening snapping sound that made many watching in the theater quiet themselves in shocked disturbance that was accompanied by the creature's pained screams.

Just as the obese hobgoblin came charging at him, the hunter easily dodged by rolling to his side, making sure to knick the monster with his blade as he ducked under its sluggish swing, leaving the blind creature to carelessly tumble over itself as it ocassionally would scream or grunt in pain due to its wounds.

Before he could attempt to rid the world of the now blind hobgoblin, the slayer's attention shifted when he heard the shouts of the two other goblins who were charging at him from his left, blood still marking their faces. He ended up dispatching one with a simple backhanded slash that left a fatal gash starting from the bottom of its stomach all the way up to the top of its neck.

Though the other goblin had narrowly moved out of the way from its partner who was flung back by the force of the warrior's attack, it seemed to be too shocked at seeing another one of its brothers easily dispatched that it simply froze, most likely out of fear judging by its face.

The Goblin Slayer however just stood looking down at the creature, towering over it menacingly. The poor thing could only whimper in fear at the sight before it, soiling itself in the process but the Goblin Slayer was without mercy for the cowering creature who slowly backed away from him. He just chose that moment to strike by bringing the club down on top of its head and went on to bash it a couple more times until it was rendered inert.

As he finished dealing with the poor creature he turned just in time to leap back away from another slam attack from hobgoblin's fist. The warrior then took a few more steps back to gauge his opponent. The fat beast with only a brown loincloth to cover its shame could be seen making wild swings of its arm as it roared in frustration at being blinded. There were obvious cuts that littered its body from the slayer's attacks and its leg was also sluggish as blood seemed to just pour from its wound. The two knives were still enlodged in its two eye sockets leaving the monster in a rather sad looking state as blood poorer from its eye sockets.

"What a pitiful disgusting creature," Goblin Slayer spoke in disgust. "Hopefully the others of your kind will end up putting up more of a fight," he added, dropping his club and placing both hands on the handle of his sword before charging straight at the creature and within moments the slayer's weapon had lodged itself into the hobgoblin's stomach, with the creature's only response being a pained whimper.

He wasn't done though as he proceeded to twist the knife in the monster before pulling on it, creating a new gash that went across the hobgoblin's chest, then delodging the sword from the creature as it tumbled backwards now with it innards slipping from the bloody openings in its stomach as it painfully grasped at its stomach. The hobgoblin only hobbled for a few moments before it succumbed to injuries and fell backwards landing with an ungrateful thud, now dead from its injuries.


Somehow, predicting this outcome or at least something similar, one of the contestants had been able to procure a couple of buckets that they passed around and just in time as many of the viewers proceeded to empty the contents of their breakfast right into said buckets.

"Oooohh man, talk about a blood bath," came the shout of a very familiar voice at least to the web head who could do nothing but groan in exasperation at knowing a certain mercenary was currently occupying the same space as him despite how tense the whole scene made him. However, another voice belonging to a woman seemed to mimic the thoughts of some of the other contestants when. "Jeez, that was… excessive," she spoke, clearly out of breath, most likely because she also had to make use of a bucket.

Peter couldn't find it in himself to do much but react after the whole battle, so it came as a bit of a surprise when he felt a hand being placed on his, so much so then he bounced in his cheer and snapped his attention to see it was Gwen Stacy doing her best to reassure him. "You good," she asked simply as she removed her hand from his, "you seem… jumpy," she finished, tilting her head as she spoke.

"Uh yeah… yeah," Peter replied. "Just wasn't really ready for…," he started, gesturing towards the screen, "all that." The spider themed teen just chuckled lightly as she responded, "Yeah, I'm pretty sure that could be said for a lot of us," she added, pointing her other hand to the side, obviously gesturing to Miles Morales, who was currently shaking in his seat with his arms wrapped around a bucket.

"Man what a crazy display we just had here folks. Gotta say they way this silver ranked warrior mows down his opponents, I mean… it's an art," shouted the announcer excitedly. "I mean, I guess," thought Danny who was just sitting uneasily in his seat.


Though the show didn't seem to be stopping any time soon as the Goblin Slayer turned to look at the cave whole that the hobgoblin and its sibling crawled out of. Taking a nearby torch that was held up on the cave wall, the slayer proceeded on his mission undeterred, not even bothering to wipe the blood from his sword.

He just moved forward, torch in one hand, bloodied sword in the other with the screen's view following him until he seemed to enter a new room that was out of focus. At least it was out of focus until it revealed another disturbing sight. The camera panned to show three naked women, chained up with blood marking them and scratches all over. It was hard to tell given how haggard and dirty they looked, what with their hair draped over their faces and the scratches littering their bodies. What clothes the woman did have on was obviously not fitting given that it was just the remnants of what was probably torn off their bodies.


The atmosphere in the theater had immediately shifted when the sight had come onto the screen. It had gone eerily quiet when the screen showed the three dirty women, mercilessly chained up with only a single phrase uttered that seemed to summarize the shared thought throughout the theater. "Oh my stars and garters." Well, maybe not as elegantly worded but you get the idea.

Team Rwby and the younger hunters of Remnant didn't seem to be faring any better than the rest of the room. Though their shared demeanor had been somewhat laid back at the beginning of the show, the moods quickly shifted to match the rest of the audience that found the sights disturbing, even going so far as to have some of their members join the ranks of individuals who ended up barfing up their breakfast straight into a spare utility bucket.


It was hard to tell what the eponymous Goblin Slayer's reaction given his face was hidden and his stoic nature, but as he sauntered forward, his thoughts on the matter would soon be known. "You vile creatures," he glowered dourly, just as the light from his torch had ended up reaching a trio of goblins who turned around to meet their current disturbance, all huddled around the prone form of another naked woman who seemed to be in much of the same condition as the others.

"That fiends such as you would dare to commit such vile atrocities," the knight started, his voice now gaining a dangerous edge as he tightened the grip on his sword's hilt. "That such foul actions are innate to your species… is nothing but a blight on the world," he spoke, continuing his rant as he sauntered over to the goblins menacingly, the screen even panned to show the goblins looking somewhat frightened. "It's why abominations such as you and any who would willingly associate with those of your kind shall perish," he finished darkly and when the slayer appeared back on screen, now towering over the goblins, an ominous red glow could be viewed coming off of where his eye would be were his face not shadowed by his helmet's faceplate.

You could even hear a few audible gasps coming from the audience, oddly enough, when they caught sight of the knight.

He didn't even waste a moment as the slayer had already descended upon his prey, jamming the burning end of his torch right into one goblin's eye right before burying his blade into the brow of another. He easily pulled out the sword just in time to quickly decapitate the third goblin, not at all bothered by the other's blood spray. He was now left will one screaming goblin, burned in the eye, but he didn't immediately attack the creature much to the surprise of others.

Sheathing his sword and walking over to grab the creature by its neck, it became obvious the slayer wanted to get his hands a little more dirty for his next kill. Not much could be deduced by the struggling creature at first but the slayer's became all too clear as the goblin's struggles became more erratic and it started gasping for ear.

For an agonizing moment all that could be seen was the sight of the menacing knight applying more and more pressure onto the poor creature's neck as it struggled for freedom and air until suddenly there was a sound of sickening cracking with the slayer's hold on the goblin getting suddenly tighter. It was mere milliseconds before you could see blood seeping from every orifice of the goblin's face as it abruptly stopped fighting, its hands dropping lazily to the side as all the life seemingly drained from its body. It ended with the man simply tossing the corpse to the side haphazardly, not giving much in the way of fanfare for the now discarded corpse.


The theater seemed eerily quiet after witnessing the slayer's recent brutality. Not much could be said to truly evoke the sheer astonishment that some of the audience felt at such levels of brutality.


Much to the surprise of everyone, what happened next didn't evolve anything too crude as the Goblin Slayer just went on to check the pulse of each woman deducing who was still alive. He even went on to close the eyes of the one woman who died so that it would look like she was just resting. Finding a wooden wheelbarrow, the slayer gently placed the three survivors inside, giving them each a large tarp to cover themselves with before he began pulling on it with his free hand presumably to bring them all to safety given his next words. "I'm sorry you've been through… such events. I… promise to get you all back to safety. These goblins won't hurt you anymore," he stated, sounding far less straightforward as he did in battle, the glow from his eye noticeably absent.

The room was once again eerily quiet as the silver ranked warrior simply pulled the three survivors out of the cave. No one really seemed to have much courage to even speak after everything they witnessed. There were a group of four however that just looked on at the man in appreciation, pride swelling in their chest at seeing their friend dutifully carry out such a mission. Eventually he made it out of the cave, his torch long since abandoned and was greeted with the sight of another man as he pulled the traumatized victims with him. The slayer's interaction with the bearded man was brief as he just simply thanked the man for providing his services, even promising to take the victims off his hands and bring them some help as he wheeled them back to a nearby town.

The slayer just nodded before the man placed a few coins in the warrior's hands, thanking him for his services once again before the warrior departed leaving the three women in his care.

Back in the theater things were still quiet as the audience all just seemed to absorb everything that had just happened including the stoic warrior's brief interaction with the man who paid him. The silence however was briefly disrupted when an all too familiar voice came over the speaker, causing quite a few audience members to jump in their seats. "Well there you have it ladies and gentleman. Looks like the man of the hour completed his task and took down his enemy with such stylish brutality, AS EXPECTED FOR SUCH A FEARSOME SILVER RANKED WARRIOR," the announcement came.

"I'm sure you're all eager to see what other surprises are in store and I'm betting a couple of you losers probably need to take a break before our next match," the announcer continued enthusiastically. "Just make sure not to swarm our latest competitor, fights should be kept on the field after all. I'll give you little puppies a ten minute break for you all to do whatever before our next match begins, and remember ATTENDANCE IS STILL MANDATORY," the announcer finished, with his last lines earning a couple of groans from the audience. "Oh don't be such a sour puss folks, we only got one more intro match before things start heating up so don't get too comfortable. After all THE GAMES ARE JUST BEGINNING."


There you go ladies and gentleman, your next chapter. I hope all of you enjoyed I would like to see more.