The Nagrand Arena gates open shaking the small room Cristok and his fellow Gladiators stood in. As it was ground to a halt the large Tauren Druid morphed into a Cat and prowled into the open arena along with his entire cadre of fellows. Imediatley they attempted to identified their opponents, screaming at each other what they were seeing, what they should do, where to stand and fight. Much commotion on the other side as well as neither group knew for certain who would strike first.
The air is thick with yells and screams but mostly these are from the raucous crowd gathered. Cristok recalled some of these fights in front of mere tens of people and often he had to risk life and limb to make out even one figure in the spectators box. But today there were many and it was exhilarating. It was the crowd he was appreciating when the enemy Warrior charged forward into their group.
The Slayers were screaming at each other as to who to kill and Cristok began his work. He pounces the Warrior while it is beating the Forsaken Frost Mage then maims it to keep him still. He cast heals on everyone in sight that has been hit. Having taken notice of a Human Paladin in the back of their corner he morphs into a Dire Bear and charges him, temporarily stunning him. He then calls the power of air and cyclones the paladin while looking back to see how his companions are doing.
Its chaos. His Mage is almost dead and the Blood Elf paladin is in the same cycloned grips he just imparted on the human one. Everyone is being hurt by the Gnome Warlock and Dwarf Warrior. Cristoks begins a tranquility spell that heals the whole group while he gets his bearing straight. He finally finds the Elven Druid and then has to make a decision. Another cyclone on the paladin and then Cristok is off. Bear form and charging he rams right into their other healer and almost imediatley bashes him. The Druid is stunned and attempts to cast cyclone. Cristok is already in Cat form and maim stuns him again. Back in bear while this is the case he charges the enemy paladin once more in the hopes it all been enough.
The crowd roars as the killing blows are made. The dead are many including the Forsaken Frost Mage and the Gnomish Warlock. Two warriors now fight each other in the middle and Our Druid dumps the power of Nature into his, rejuvinating, re-growing, and blooming life. He notices his Shaman friend out of his line of sight but can hear him being cut up. A rouge!
Turning a corner around one of the great four pillars in the Nagrand Arena he imediatley abolishes the crippled Shaman's poisons and starts giving him the heals. The rouge turns his attention to the newly arrived Druid and begins to stun him. But its too late.
The enemy warrior is brought down as the now freed shaman runs to his partners aid. The three Alliance gladiators left know the odds of their surviving despite having two healers remaining. Cristok's paladin heals him as his limp body suffers blow after blow from the flailing rouge. Eventually he is stunned by the Warriors charge and Cristok walks away slightly crippled to cyclone the enemy paladin again.
The crowd cheers and it seems all to quickly over. Panting with exahustion and excitement the teammates shake their heads at the patently unfair ratings given by the judges. The crowd boos the Judges with them and they are tossed Ale and apples from the peanut gallery to compensate. Cristok walks by Quartermasters tent on the way out and sees the magnificent weapons and armor all of Azeroth seems to covet.
The crowd awaits its next fight, as the Gladiators await theirs. Will they get to come back to Nagrand? Or are the Ruins drawn? Cristok looks back at the closing arena gates and sighs.
" Why can't they all be like that?"