The first thing the man saw was sand, tons of sand.

Huh? where am I...

He began to stand up and realized he was in a huge arena. The sand-covered ground was surrounded by sloped borders that held several rows of seats, all carved out of orange brick. In the brick were also carvings of lihzahrds battling many different creatures. Some parts of the borders were completely broken off, and many bricks were chiseled and dented. Huge thick tree roots and vines wrapped and intertwined with the walls, some bigger than the man. around the sand were eight strange wooden trap doors, and on the other side of the arena was Yharim. His golden armor shimmered through the morning sunlight and gave off a bright glow.

"Why did you bring me here? What is this place?" The man asked.

"An arena the past kings and monarchs left here in this jungle, it also serves as a well-developed training ground." Yharim replied.

"Training?"

"Yes, from your substantial levels of power you could be an asset to the kingdom, but you need how to fight, so you could help me with my cause but also know how to protect yourself. There are many people and creatures that seek out for this power you harness."

Yharim backed off and turned around. He then instantly jumped onto a roofed platform that was lodged in between the end of the stadium, with a brick fence and dragons carved into it. His gilt hand reached out of the robe and towards a rusty stone lever, and looked at the man once again.

"How about we warm up with a match. I need to know what you can do first."

Yharim cranked the lever down and one of the trapdoors quickly snapped open. Out came a cylindrical cage, with ghastly groans coming from the inside. The man could immediately recognize what the strange creature was within the confinement. Another one of those corpses. Scattered around the entire arena, miniature walls made of more stone slides out of the sand, all facing towards the center.

Zombies, the primitive work done on these abominations makes me sick, whatever, you've dealt with them before. Try to dodge every attack they give until you find a way to counter them, these are feeble creatures. Cthulhu said.

"Ready? Try to take down as many of them as possible. We end if you are unable to battle any more. Avoid from using your mana."

Suddenly, the cage door clicked open and the walking corpse stalked out. Once it had seen the man, gradually limped over to him at surprising speed. The man tried to evade every swing the corpse took at him, running through the maze of walls and searching for an opportunity to strike. Soon, he had gotten the corpse's back and began his hit before it turned around and seized the man by his shirt. Luckily it had not gotten hold of his arms so he punched the corpse right into its face and makes it let go. After the corpse recovered from the stun the man pulls of the blue cape and throws it onto the corpse. The cape drapes over it and makes it start to panic, screaming viciously as it tries to tear off the cape. The man kicks the corpse down onto the ground and heavily stomps of its back, causing the loud sound of cracking bones to echo through his ears. The howls and moans of agony slowly faded away as puddles of blood dripped out and sank into the sand. Yharim stood at the platform, watching him intently.

Two more cages came out, revealing two more corpses. One of them had their skulls smashed off, revealing its brain. The other had a skeletal arm that was melded with the flesh of its hand. The two attacked at once, one relentlessly lunged at the man trying to bite and rip him to death, while the other used all his might trying to impale him. He grabbed the first corpses head and bashed it against one of the stone walls until it was stained with blood.

Ren, the other on-

Before Cthulhu could finish his sentence, the second corpse stalked toward him and slashed through his back, tearing across his clothes and making deep wounds in his flesh.

Ahg! You little...

In return, the man snapped the arm off the corpse, causing it to lunge back and strike once again. The corpse tried to pounce over him many times, but he stood firm on the ground using all his strength not to fall. Its appearance was uncanny, just looking at it's melted and withered face gnashing it's jaws in front of him made him want to puke. Right when it readied to take another pounce, the man held the arm strong in his hands and swung it into the corpses face, causing it to fall over and the arm to snap in two, making a sharpened point. He slid over the weakened corpse and impaled it right into the chest until it was completely dead.

Four more trapdoors opened, with even more corpses. The man had gotten hold of how to deal with them, slowly dodging their attacks until a strike can be done, while also managing the other ones at the same time. He was surprised how well he coordinated his counters and attacks, and wondered how he had learned all of this before. Only through a few minutes, the man had slain all four of the final corpses. Five more trapdoors opened, but this time with completely different monsters. He couldn't see at all what they were, just that they were green. The four surrounding cages gave off a slimy noise, while the one in the middle stayed completely silent. Soon, the doors of the cages all clicked open.

What?

One green gelatinous blob bounced out 4 of the cages, with broken thorns and stringers stuck within the strange goo. While in the middle was a large chest. It was made of wood, with a brighter wood frame and a rusty iron lock. Vines and moss grew all over it, as it stood completely still in the cage. The man was confused, how would be defeat a chest? He attempted to slowly walk towards the strange object avoiding the gelatinous blobs, until-

*CRASH!*

The chest lunged out with speeds never seen before, breaking most of the cage and bending through the metal door. Now in the air, the chest immediately crashed down onto the ground, making a wave of dust and sand to fly past the man. After all the debris cleared, he could see exactly what the chest really was; A mimic. The mimic had cleared away most of the sand in the area, even leaving a crack in the stone below. The lid of the chest mimic opened, revealing hundreds of rows of serrated teeth and a long green tongue bigger than the mans arm.

A jungle mimic, Ren, these things can kill you right now, just ask Yharim to forfeit.

He didn't respond. The man was already invested in this fight and he could just give up now. The arena trembled under the sheer power of the mimic and shook with fear each time it sent crashing down into the ground. He could barely keep up with the speed of the creature and just stood his ground before it once again came smashing down. The mimic then charged at him at lightning speed, demolishing through the stone walls like nothing. He luckily ducked down just in time to evade the attack. The mimic was sent flying into the brick seats, before relentlessly charging back towards the man. The tentacles ripped out his back and sprung him into the air before the mimic could strike again, causing him to drop right down onto the sand after it sped across the arena. A green blobs began vibrating and firing out the thorns and stingers stuck onto them, causing him to run afar from the projectiles and fall back again near the mimic. He tried to use the the tentacles but they quickly retracted into his flesh after he landed, as the mimic jumped directly towards him.

What?! Why won't they work!?

The mimic boosted itself into the man, pushing itself into him. He restrained the force with all his might, pushing back against the mimic with his arms. It's overwhelming power pushed him down onto the knees, as his arms cracked and bled. The mimic slowly dragged him through the sand, his skin forming blisters that popped and reformed. There was nothing that could help. No way to fight and no way to escape. Tears stained his bloodshot eyes as his arms fractured, blood dripping through every crevice. The blobs moved forward, the thorns flying at him and impaling through his back. The mimic snapped it's horrid jaws and his right arm slid off, leaving stains off blood over the mimic.

Ren, you have to forfeit, right now. You are not in good condition, if you keep going, you will die.

He didn't respond. Something still kept him motivated through this. A dreadful feeling that kept him eternally engaged within this fight. Even though both him arms are near broken, he felt no pain. The only pain was that he couldn't kill it. The mimic then butted the man out of its sight, causing him to tumble down into the ground. The mimic gradually hopped toward, prowling with anger with each jump. Purple and blue lightning crackled around the the man like a storm. The mimic set out one final destructive jump over him, when at that moment Yharim quickly dashed out.

From within his hand a beam of bright yellow light sparked. The light faded into particles which formed into a great ultisword, forged with a brimstone crescent blade and fixed onto an auric handle. He cranked his arms back, and tore through the mimic in one fell slash. The two halves of the mimic fell down to the ground, along with a gallon of blood. Yharim softly landed on the ground, then turned his head towards the man. The sword faded from his hands.

"Are you alright?" Yharim said.

The man looked down on his fractured, bloody arms. His torn, blistered knees. Pure agony burned through his skin and down to his bones. The cuts and pores all over his body reeked out blood to the point where it looked as if red stripes were painted over his limbs. He could spot another giant trail of it wiped across the arena. The pain in his body was so atrocious he could barely breathe.

"I'-I'm alright..."

"No you're not. We should go get some healing viles for you in a instant."

"...s-sure..."

Weapon: The tentacles (not an item just magic), Abyss Shocker

Tools: Magic mirror, Spell Tome

Armor: (no armor)

Accessories: Eidolist cape (CalVan)

Health: 13/100