When the female orc, who had been battered considerably before stepping into the arena, couldn't get up, the officials had to block the objects thrown with their shields.
"Ma'am, give the order, let's bring the arena down on their heads along with those inside. What happened is unforgivable!"
The head of the bodyguard team spoke; his team's eyes were radiating a deep killing intent.
"Not now, hold on a little longer, boys!"
Nafız was trying to calm them down after the attitude her warriors adopted. If it were any other time, she would have laughed heartily at what she did, but right now she had a strong opponent to face.
Finally, the two warriors made eye contact in the middle of the arena. Both stood without any weapons in their hands, waiting for the instruction the City Lord would give.
"Begin!"
Astute had specifically wanted to start the match. One of the rare moments was being experienced where he revealed the intention lying beneath his indifferent demeanor.
Alyon reached out his hand quickly to grab his opponent's torn clothes; in response, Nafız threw herself back suddenly and fell to the ground in an awkward manner. The image would cause the spectators in the arena to laugh loudly; the state of the female orc fleeing backward on her butt in fear satisfied their wildest urges.
When the hulking male orc landed a solid kick, everyone's attention turned to his opponent gliding through the air. Nafız, falling to the ground ten steps later, was groaning in pain; the crowd had gone wild. For the first time, a person could survive after a single blow.
When the excitement of the moment passed, people would figure out what was happening. Alyon was the punisher, and the execution couldn't end in an instant for torture to be inflicted. As a result of the second kick she took before she could straighten up, the female orc created a long line on the ground by kicking up sand into the air.
Despite her body bent double and her face covered in blood, she was still breathing. Alyon lifted his opponent into the air and landed a blow with his free hand that made a deafening sound.
This time, the female orc ended up at the wall in front of the spectators. Alyon threw a punch towards her head. Due to a last effort or pure exhaustion, Nafız managed to throw herself to the ground; the target of the punch missing her became the wall.
"Boomm!"
With the blow it took, the stone masonry wall blew up; inside the dust cloud, the female orc was trying to run for her life. Nafız, fleeing by occasionally casting glances at her executioner walking behind her, tripped and fell when she came to the middle.
"Ahhh!"
Some spectators in the arena involuntarily lamented as a result of the female orc falling while running away. They were surprised by their own reaction; they were so caught up in the flow that it just slipped out of their mouths.
"Hey you, what did you say just now? Don't tell me you feel sorry for this thief!"
"Don't shout at me; she fell just as she was escaping. Do I know what I'm saying out of astonishment!"
The event causing some arguments among the spectators would be forgotten when Alyon increased his speed and jumped on his opponent on the ground. The stands got excited again with their hero starting to rain punches on his opponent, on whose shoulders he sat with his knees.
One, two, three, the hulking male orc's punches landed one after another, and the dust rising from the wind he created blocked the view. The mist formed by the sand dispersed after a while; Alyon was waving Nafız, whom he grabbed by the scruff of her neck, like a flag.
Evidently, the golden boy of the arena's opponent was taking her last breaths. Alyon, coming to the edge of the stands with Nafız whom he lifted with one hand, started walking. It was as if he intended to show the female orc's ruined state to all spectators one by one.
When the short show ended, it was time for the finale. Alyon, coming slowly to the middle of the arena, threw his opponent to the ground quickly and turned to where the City Lord was. He waited for a sign to finish, a sign that would end the swelled pleasures of the spectators.
The whole arena had locked their gazes on a single man, watching what would happen holding their breath. The City Lord had caught the opportunity to get closer to the public today more than ever; therefore, he didn't want to keep them waiting long.
"Kill!"
That moment had arrived; maybe a head would be severed, or the hulking orc would put on a show by breaking his opponent's back, but something completely unexpected happened. The orc, who killed his opponents in a single blow, spoke for the first time.
"Don't worry, I will fulfill your wish, but people of Parthenia, I have things to tell you beforehand!"
"For years, you used orcs as the lowest level slaves, drove them to heavy labor, and when the time came, sent them to death in this arena!"
While Alyon spoke with his voice echoing in the arena, not a sound came from the stands.
"Now, there is a kin of mine before me; her crime is stealing the belongings of dead people. There is no witness, no evidence, just the claim of a noble family, and this is the situation she fell into as a result!"
After pointing at Nafız lying on the ground with his hand, Alyon started shouting with a louder voice.
"I ask you, did this orc deserve to die? If you feel even a tiny doubt in your heart, leave the arena. Those who say yes, please keep your eyes peeled; I will show you all a savagery you will not witness in your lifetime!"
Alyon fell silent; only the whispers of the spectators echoed throughout the arena hitting the stone walls. In these moments, a man, holding his little son by the hand, turned his back and started walking towards the exit from the stairs.
The movement was the first step of a chain reaction; people with questions in their minds and those whose conscience pricked left their places in the stands taking courage from each other. Two hundred breaths later, ten percent of the arena had emptied; maybe a small number of people left, but even this was a historical event.
Those remaining inside started shouting in unison when the people they looked at with disgust left from among them.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
The cheering turned into a frenzy during Alyon's walk towards Nafız with slow movements. The City Lord and his commanders behind him were watching the scene mesmerized. When the killer came to the head of his victim, the spectators started stomping their feet in rhythm. The arena was shaking as if there was an earthquake.
The hulking orc lifted his head and wandered his gaze over the stands where depravity turned into a festival.
"SLAUGHTER THEM!"