Clang!
A bloodstained weapon fell to the ground, followed by a lifeless corpse crashing onto the blood-soaked black flagstones. Demitier clutched his abdomen and pulled his rapier from the Black Dragon Drakonid's head. Liadrin hurried forward, ducked beneath an oncoming greataxe strike, and swept the sharp longsword in her hand across the Orc's belly.
A longsword worthy of being carried by a Hero Dragon like Eranikus was already beyond comparison with mundane weapons. The blow nearly ripped the Orc's entire belly open. As the High Elf straightened, the last staggering Blackrock Orc behind her gripped a dagger and tried to stab the Paladin in the back, only to be blasted away by a whistling Frostbolt. The impact when he landed shattered his frozen body into several pieces.
Liadrin's right arm hung limply at her side, the result of an Orc's surprise attack earlier. Patches of blood covered her face, turning her beautiful features into a smeared mess.
This was already the fifth round of fighting. The formidable lineup of six Drakonid and thirty Orcs had squeezed every last bit of potential out of the six of them. Apart from Jaina and Kanrethad, almost everyone was wounded. The Warlock had just risked summoning three Felguards and had nearly suffered a backlash from mental exhaustion.
The ground around them was littered with frozen corpses and traces of fire magic, a scene of utter carnage. Even a Half-Hero Warlock and a genius Mage were not invincible in a situation like this, especially since they had already fought bitterly for a full day and night before entering the Arena.
This had never been an evenly matched battle! Not from the very beginning!
"Wow, that lady's last strike really caught my eye!"
Nefarian rose and began to applaud. "And that foulmouthed Drakonid, tsk, tsk. I