Kael Cor: A Vampire's Awakening

This was probably going to end up being one of the most cliché fights where everyone underestimates the main character. I'm not too worried about that's though, I'm just here for the money. Everyone looked completely shocked, and since this very dead guy used a hammer, I have to hazard a guess and say that he's the skullsmasher guy. Well there's no need to need to prolong their suffering.

I broke out into a small run, heading for them with a blank look on my face. This time none if them seemed ready to underestimate me, so three of them came running towards me, leaving a guy with a massive broad sword behind to keep staring at the fight that was about to break out. Well that's all good, he can just wait there for me to come rip his head off his shoulders.

The first person to reach me had on gloves with tiny spikes and metal studs, he was actually faster than the rest as his body actually left illusory images behind as he moved towards me. He swung his fist at my jaw, but I moved to the side main sure his hand went over my shoulder. I grabbed it in the same motion and pulled him forward, using a judo throw to slam his back onto the platform below. I ignored him as I bent down to dodge a thrust from a pitch fork, spinning my body in the process and coming up with a punch that slammed into the stomach of my opponent; a woman.

She was raised of her feet almost two meters in the air from the power behind that punch, she spat out a glob of blood that landed on my face just as the third person reached me, swinging a massive spiked mace at my head. He had good aim, but he was quite slow as opposed to the two I just faced off against. I moved forwards dodging the head of the mace as it's metal shaft slammed into my neck and bounced back. I ignored the slight feeling of pain I received as I moved forward to grab his shoulder and slammed my knee into his gut, and in the same moment, Monica fell right back to the ground with a dull thud.

The guy I just hit in the gut yelled out in pain and move backwards a bit clutching at his stomach. I'm pretty sure I shattered a few ribs after that exchange, but this fight wasn't over, not by a long shot. I stood there and watched as they all picked themselves up to regroup, they knew now that facing me individually was not really possible, so the best thing they could do now, was work together. However with the agreement between gloves guy, mace dude, and pitch fork bitch, broad sword douche still didn't make a move to get involved. Given what he's seen, I think he's a little too arrogant.

*Arghhhhh!*

All three previous victims of my awesomeness yelled out in anger and rage as they shot towards me, this time smartly trying to complement each other's flaws by working together and catching me off guard. It was a commendable effort, but there's nothing that they could do or come up with that would change the outcome of this fight, they're all going to die.

The fork bitch got to me first, but she was smartly keeping her distance while the other two circled around to flank me. She jabbed her two meter long pitchfork at my head, testing the waters and trying to keep my attention on her so that her friends(assuming they're friends) can find a way to beat me. I have to say they do have really good battle awareness, but they have zero idea what's beyond the skies of their world, no idea at all who they were fighting with.

I moved my head to the side, dodging the pitch fork's jab, but the first dodge was not enough as more and more of those jabs kept coming, and each one more faster than the last. In no time at all, a traced of reddish black energy began to coat the fork, and I could feel a certain kind of destructive/demonic and death energy concentrated on it. If I should be completely specific, I would say it was the aura of a devil.

I've been avoiding using any sort of energy so far, just to make this a little challenging for myself. But if the indigenes in this world have access to magic and skills, then I would have to step up my game. Because whether I'm stronger and faster than them, or more resilient; the crux of the matter is with my godly powers sealed, I have the body of a mortal, a body barely comparable to that of a Dracula rank vampire. There can be no mistakes.

With the addition of skills into this battle, I heard a lousy whoosh being me as the guy with the spiked gloves shot towards me, the illusory shadows behind him even more pronounced this time as he brought forth a speed that would have made any Nosferatu impressed....just before they slapped his head off his shoulders. He threw a punch again, and just to be ironic, I repeated the same moved and threw him over my shoulder with a judo throw, but I didn't let him reach the ground, at least not in one piece.

While he was mid air, with Monica Satanica's(that's a mouthful) pitch fork thrusting towards my head and the mace dudes swinging from behind, hoping to splatter my brain and skull fragments all over the arena; I bent down moving my body with glove guy's descent. I grabbed his head when he was just two feet away, and wrenched it out along with his spine from his body.

A mace and a pitchfork slammed into each other just above my head, whilst I held onto a bloody ripped out head with a spine still attached to it. I heard loud exclamations around the arena as everyone watching was shocked, horrified and even more excited. There really is something wrong with humanity, we're so fucked up in the head. Mace dude and pitchfork bitch Monica Satanica took a few steps back from me, their eyes so wide it seemed to cover their entire face.

I was crouched down, but I got back up to my feet, and moved the bloody head until I was gripping the base of the spine, with the head hanging down. It was like a mace, or a wrecking ball, but other than that it was horrifying and down right scary. Such a look is sure to shake my opponents, there was no need for me to play psychological games with them, but I had to leave a lasting impression on everyone here, I'm not to be messed with.

"I give up! I'm throwing the fight!" Mace Dude said immediately, and barely ten seconds later Monica did the same thing. The entire crowd went wide with anger, booing at them, but the two didn't care, they left the arena way faster than they walked in.

This people are idiots, they're booing these gladiators for choosing to save their lives, when they all knew that they couldn't beat me. Which is to say they were more than willing to watch all of them practically smash and egg against a proverbial rock. I felt disgusted, but what else is new, this is who we are.

I shifted my gaze to the champion what's his name again? Bawa Bawa. His broad sword had both edges sharpened and gleaming under the soft glare of sunlight. Those same edges were blood red, and the broad sword itself was two meters long, and half a meter wide. He looked at me without saying anything, and then he slammed the sword into the platform, chipping it in the process as an aura began to escape from his body. My eyes widened immediately as I silently called out loud.

"Divine Energy!"