"It's back!!!!"

As the crowd stared blankly and silently, not a single word was said, and not a single soul made a move.

The only sound that remained was the sound of the thrashing beast still clawing on its eye and slamming into the debris.

As the only thing that remained of the first battle, was the scattered debris, terraformed Arena floor, blood and limbs scattered about, and Earl's laying dead body.

No one, not the crowd, not the Drakemen warriors, no one, could've expected this outcome, and no one could even utter a single word at the sight of it.

"I-its... over..." said one Drakeman warrior, breaking free from the spell as he managed to take a step forward.

As he did, his footsteps seemed to echo throughout the arena, as no one had moved or made a sound aside from this man.

"K-Kipple..." the man said as he placed his hand on Kipple's shoulder. Kipple was still in shock as well, speechless and unable to move at the sight of what happened.

But the subtle touch seemed to snap him out of his dazed
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