The crowd was going wild as the young wych began to circle the brim of the arena keeping both eyes on Corva as the young mans body seamed to tremble at her gaze though unknown to the audience and him as well it wasn't due to fear. His body was reacting to the chemicals that had been pumped into his body over his four years of imprisonment and only Jansar seamed to notice. Corva's muscles began to heave and his wains bulged out painfully causing him to grunt out before holding his chest as the world around him began to get blurry causing him to topple to the ground. "H...help me..." he stuttered out somewhat forgetting he was surrounded by enemies but the wych before him didn't take it as he was in pain but that he was cowering before her and begging for his life.

She laughed and then cocked her head to the side. "Oh this is going to be easy..." she hissed before thinking to herself. "I should have some fun." She then walked over to the wall of weaponry as Corva continued to call out in pain for someone to help him causing the audience to laugh hysterically but Jansar's eyes just widened in excitement as Doane fought the urge to jump into the arena and help him. The young wych looked among the weapons and found a whip coiled around one of the spikes and licked some of the dried blood from it with a smile. "This will do nicely." She said with glee before uncoiling it and then walking slowly before Corva. She brought her arm back and gave him the first swing, the leather device splitting the flesh on his arm and throwing him back though he did not call out in pain. He continued to ask for help in his dazed state as she swung again this time splitting one of his pecs open. The lack of reaction was causing her to get angry.

The wych began to swing again and again splitting Corva's skin like paper leaving bleeding gashes everywhere and the audience just screamed out for more blood. Gorock remained silent and watched the fight but seamed to be eager to join in, Jansar seamed to remain calm and waited for Corva to do as she knew he would and Doane watched in horror as Corva was being lacerated before her. The Wych shook her head in anger before swinging again but as she went to pull back Corva's hand shot up in lightning speed and took the whip in his hand with an infuriated glare. "I said help me!" He practically growled at her before he tugged on the whip causing the wych to fall on her face and as she pushed herself up Corva was in her face. "Do you need help?" He asked with a glare before punching her right on the nose and sent her flying back.

Corva's body suddenly felt amazing, the best it had in years and his wounds made by the whip had slowly began to fade away leaving scars. He bent down and procured the daggers as the wych quickly got back up and dropped the whip before she pointed the sword at him. "Why...why would you do that?... why would you just let me hur...hurt you?..." she stuttered out in disbelief as Corva slowly began to walk towards her and now she seamed to tremble in place.

"You were hurting me?" he asked as he suddenly leapt forward with inhuman speed and and had pinned her to the ground before driving both daggers into her shoulders and into the ground sticking her there for the moment. The wych screamed out in pain and tried to get the daggers out but they just seamed to saw into her the more she tried and Corva now stood up up and looked about the arena. The crowd was in awe and was unable to even cheer as they all seamed to be on the edge of there seats, the only sound being that of the wych's screams. He looked back to the wych and pointed at her. "Who needs help no..." he was cut off as he forgot to disarm the wych and she swung the sword violently taking off Corv'as right hand just a few inches bellow the forearm but he did not cringe or cry out. He looked at the bloody stump and was filled with anger as he stepped down on her hand and kicked on one of the daggers causing it to dig in even more. He then leaned in and with the exposed bone of his arm he began to stab her in the throat over and over again causing her screams to be gurgled with blood now. After a moment she stopped screaming but Corva did not stop stabbing. He stabbed and stabbed and stabbed until the flesh of his arm had practically peeled back to the elbow and the wych's head was practically severed.

The crowd remained silent but Gorock was laughing the whole time as the white sand around her corpse had turned a deep crimson. He finally stood up as his body began to calm down and he raised his hand in victory causing the crowd to just go wild. He stood there for some time before he finally collapsed from blood loss. Gorock went and grabbed Corav and tossed his limp body over his shoulder and waved again before disappearing into his pen. "Jansar he won now give him back..." Daone tried to get out before the aged succubus rose her hand.

"Didn't I say if he won the round? Last I checked in my arena, a round consists of three fights. Did you not know that?" she asked sarcastically with an evil grin. Doane glared at her but looked away from the arena and left as the next fight would not start till the next day. Jansar giggled as she looked to Gauntla who was still standing there in disbelief that her sister would wager her. "Miss Guantla my old pet, you could always just come back to me." Jansar said as she stood up and drug her hand down the visor of Gauntla's armor. "You wouldn't ever have fight again, and all you would have to do is just be my little pet again." Gauntla slapped Jansar's hand away causing her guard to react but the succubus raised her hand to stop them. "In the end you will be mine no matter what, your sister is more willing to have a human then you, you who sacrificed so much to me just to feed her when you were not but orphans on the street." Jansar then walked away as the stadium cleared out leaving just Gauntla.

Gauntla now seeing she was alone pulled her helmet off revealing her red puffy eyes and tear strewn cheeks. She had been crying to herself since the battle had started and she was hoping to get some time alone. She sighed to herself and sat down on the nearby bench before placing the helmet down and covering her eyes as she continued to cry more. "Why... after all I've done..." she stuttered out. She had sat there for some time before slipping her helmet on and and leaving the arena to go console her sister now who would be enraged by Jansar.

As Corva began to wake he felt groggy and his body felt sore as he reached up with his right hand to rub his head but was surprised to fin he had a hand again but it wasn't his. The robotic arm that Gorock had been tinkering with was now fused to his forearm and even though it didn't seem to be connected to any of his nerves hit worked as if it was his natural hand. It looked brutish in nature but it was very strong as the weight was very noticeable. "How ye' like ma... Handy work!" Gorock asked before laughing at his little joke.

(Thank you to all of my readers for supporting this story and I would first like to apologize for my absence from the site. I understand I do not have the best grammar in the world and I would also like to say I am sorry for how short the chapters are. After today I will try my best to keep posting new additions once a week. Thank you again, I can not say that enough.)