The Admantois' Lair

One of the few areas within the colosseum where no one is able to see into, with it being built into a supportive structure holding up the desert floor above the sand pit. It is a huge chamber carved out for Mrs Jay's number one monster, and crowd pleaser- the 'Adamantois'.

The creature in general was an old, and huge Sahagin, which were like Beijionese versions of Sobekians, save they were yokai and not capable of speaking the common tongue well. They were primitive in appearance, but decently intelligent enough to understand how to fashion weapons, tools, clothing and communicate amongst themselves. They were notoriously hostile in nature, and when they weren't depriving a river or lake of its resources such as fish and shell fish, they turned to people. The Beijionese, however, also found Sahagin flesh to be highly nutritious and tasty.

Mojo stood before the huge, adamantite gates which blocked him from entering the arena. His beady red eyes gleamed in the darkness, looking out to the battlefield where he could smell the blood and sweat of mortals and beasts alike. He wasn't sure if he was going to be called forth, but he was always prepared and ready for battle. He only hoped that the one or multiple ones he was going to be sending to their deaths would prove entertaining for himself... the crowd or the Jay's be damned.

You could feel the sand of the arena floor as the heat sank in, burning the soles their feet.  Sweat and searing skin, from those without the protection of footwear.  Or those even more unfortunate to land upon the sand bare skin exposed to the blistering heat unable to rise again, but not dead.  


The bloodshed was on the higher side this time around, three dozen bodies were thrust into the arena this time around.  Demons, mortal man, and every assortment of species in between were ravaging each other to death... and worse.

One particular one was a brute of a fighter, more savage beast than the demon it looked to be.  Half covered in scales as hard as hell, and twice as thick skinned beneath them.  He tore through the fighters, starting with the second biggest demon he could lay his hands, on.  Literally ripping him limb from limb all sixteen of them.  Saving the head for the last bite.  Discarding the beast of a demon, he worked his way down the line from the biggest threats to the smaller ones.  Bite by bite limb by limb. Including a light snack of a slim girl that had the misfortune of falling into the arena in front of him as he was moving from the bigguns to the littleuns.  

Stretching out his wings he let out a small puff of fire as a burp from all the consumption.  





Only a scant half dozen left, but these ones were fighters for real, not just large and dumb.  they were all deadlocked in pairs fighting, so it was three battles for the winged Dragonkin to intrude upon.  After all this was the pit, the arena, a place of war, not waiting.  His last fight was over. or better put, his last light snack was digesting.  Burp, another puff of fire, though a bit discolored almost purplish rather than orange red.  

A troll and a bitch with a stick, were the closest pair to him, and he took full advantage of the troll's turned back to reach around and snag the charging leprechaun up and swallow it whole.  Using it's shillelagh to impale the troll through it's thick but intelligent head as it jumped sideways in shock at the dragonkin's stealthy approach, which had gone unnoticed.

Conquer and devour.  His claim to fame, bulldozing into the remaining four he slammed them into the slightly hidden gates of the Adamantois' Lair.  Crushing their bodies to death beneath his weight and force.  Deliberately turning his back on the gates of the Executioner raising his arms and stretching out his wings as he blasted a defiant roar mixed with purplish black flames, from his stuffed gut.  

A voice cried out, to open the gates, though few if any could understand the words.  All knew it was the voice of Mrs. J. calling out for her favorite pet to be unleashed into the arena, to do combat with the dragonkin so bold and defiant.  The gates opened to the roar of the spectators and as the dragonkin turned his face paled.

Than his body exploded from the inside out, blood, guts, and viscera everywhere, including at the feet of his would be opponent as he stepped into the arena expecting to fight the victor of the match.  But instead this is what he saw licking and clawing it's way free of the shredded corpse.

The sound of the heavy adamantite chains being reeled by hidden motors, the heavy-duty palisades lifting up with a painfully loud creak got the crowd wild!

The gate hadn't been halfway up when the large, scaled hand gripped the deadly spiked bottom and forced the rest of the gate up in a powerful thrust! The crowd got even more hectic as the large, lumbering Mojo 'Mo' Ke-Sho, the Adamantois of the Virgin Sands, made his appearance at last!



"i@#$$%^&*^(()!!!"¹

-an unintelligible, bellowing yet high shrieking sound escaped the monster's throat! This caused much of the crowd who were susceptible to high pitched and loud noises went temporarily deaf as unprotected glass crackled or shattered! The glass coliseum itself was not phased however; in fact, in spite of an open hole with the sun and blue skies overhead being visible, no one could hear the loud shriek of Mojo, thanks to the enchantments of the emerald glass walls.

Mojo Ke-Sho dragged his large, heavy club out onto the bloody sand, grunting and snarling at the last contender before him, his beady crimson eyes glowing as he let out another loud roar to demoralize his enemy!!

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¹(joke )

lol:

Their tongue whipped around their body as it cleaned itself of the gore and remains of the dragonkin that had but only a few moments before been the center of attention.  The loud creaking and opening of the gate didn’t phase them one iota as they saw to cleaning themself of the remains.

Slowly the holes in their skin filled in and the spots that had been dissolving in the dragonkin’s digestive acids were patching themselves up nicely, as the gate slammed into the top of its cradle making almost as much noise anything heard up until this moment within the arena, they still ignored it all as they adjusted themselves.





Their second tongue was a monster of a thing that crept about extending to lengths beyond reason from their second mouth which appeared as a hood about their head.  It snaked about their body with teeth and fangs protruding from it.  It was whip and lasso, vine and chain, and more all coiled about their body in one deadly package.  Seemingly with a mind and will of its own, and that was but the surface of the creature’s body.  The Living Flesh of the monster that stood before the great undefeatable pet of the Slug Queen had a smile of its own prepared as a roar pierced the cheers of the crowd.

They slowly turned their head around on their shoulders, not even bothering to turn the whole of their body, like some grotesque horror movie demon, a smile splitting both mouths as they took in the sight of the massively overgrown turtle that had come to clean the arena of living beings.  Their smiles both vertical and horizontal were toothy and almost hungry looking.  Before they too let out a roar of their own, a roar of defiance





Extra appendages emerged from their body as the roar pierced back through that of the titan turtle’s roar.  Defiantly they growled slowly turning about to face this new threat.  One appendage shot out binding itself to the iron club of the mountain sized freak. Slingshoting toward it, then bounding in a second bolt straight up from the club and over the turtlesaurusrex.  Catching a foothold on the nearest arena wall in a three point stance one hand held up almost beckoning their foe to come at them

They waited for it to turn and follow their movements before yanking on the thin almost transparent cords which they had spun from every point of content their body made with the iron club.  Yanking with the monstrous strength they possessed to swing the creatures own iron club with their hand in that taunting pose clenching into a fist around the near transparent webs they had spun for that very purpose. The might y beast own weapon was forced upward toward the back of it's own head, as they looked on tauntingly.

"We likes turtle soup we do!"

Mojo brought up his other hand, catching the other end of his club before it could slam back into his face. His bright red eyes gleamed as he began to roll the club quickly like a reel on a fishing rod, with the sleek and stretchy challenger acting as the line! Not only this, but he began emitting a greyish fog that was causing the organic material being wrapped up on his club to become petrified, breaking and crumbling away as he continued to reel the agile opponent in close enough to force them to remove themselves from the club before the monster swung out with his massive right arm, dragging his talons across the stony partitions and glass-like structures which made up the stands surrounding them- the cheering crowed roared as well! ...well, save for the poor bastards who got hit with the tail end of the petrifying mist and turned into sandstone sculptures or those who were too close the wall and impaled and slashed to ribbons by Mojo's massive talon-like claws!

We aren’t very fond of a turtle tantrum, they think to themself as the massive brute catches its iron club with its other hand causing the force with which they pulled to be checked.  Rudely I might add to the sudden reverse of force they were experiencing.  But that wasn’t all the brute had the audacity to yank their webbing back and spin it like a giant cotton candy stick.  Laughable if you had the time to enjoy the ironic comparison.

Which in and of itself was an amusing yarn for the symbiotic life form as they let the turtle tyrant wind up globs of their threaded flesh.  Creating a massive stick of gooey, sticky, string, much like an oversized cotton candy





But that soon turned into a solid mess of petrified sludge on his iron cudgel.  Though the thread they were producing was still being pulled around the club as it spun up more and more thread.  The beast was producing a fog at nearly the same time it started to wind the thread up which petrified the organic parts of it.  While spinning and breaking the clumping threads up…

They were not happy with this, oh no they were not.  So they let the threads stop shooting out to the club and the turtle, launching a large and small shot of their threadeds straight for the turtles face first the larger than the small before they were rudely interrupted from a follow up by the massive right claw of the thing slamming into and through the wall they were reposing upon while attacking.

They turned and ran as the claw broke through the surface of the wall dodging only a small step ahead of the claw as it tore up the wall behind them.  Wall-running to stay ahead of the fast swinging claw despite the reinforced and durable wall which its clawed hand was ripping apart in its wake.  It tore into the wall leaving a trail of claw marks behind the dodging smaller creature.

They spun on half a foot flipping backward through the air from the wall at an angle to keep them moving away from the trail of foggy petrification and the claw as it followed their aerial acrobatics.  Slamming into the ground right on top of them as they spun their threads launching six volleys of fleshy thread straight for the face of the turtle.  Each shot slipped past the claw as it slammed into them, pushing them into the sandy floor of the arena.  

Sand shot into the air in columns of dust almost like a small-scale dust storm rising from the impact of the turtle’s claw impacting upon the arena’s floor.  Beneath the massive paw was a round ball of their solidified thread unbreaking as the fog petrified it nearly instantaneously upon contact.  But this time the thread didn’t break and crumble from the petrification nor did it break under the extreme force of the giant turtle’s claw slamming down upon it.  Instead it held, unbreaking, and they spoke from within their spun ball of thread.

“We likes our turtle soup, made from fresh turtle, you stink of decay, but we will still dine upon you soon enough.  Dead or dying HAHAHA!”

(from here)

ka-BANG!



The sound of Nef's anti-materiel rifle's thunderous report bounced off the walls of the arena as the redhead and the apophi dashed out into the arena to 'help' take on Adamantoise! "Cass, flank him, I'll draw his attention!" Nefertiti spat to Cassandra the Apophi as she fired another shell at the beast's skull, using the scope of her gun to try and score an eye shot to blind the oversized turtle!

Cass slithered at high speed like a viper across the circumference of the arena, nearly hugging the wall as her tail kicked up dirt and dust, even as she casted a Balefire enchantment on her halberd, making it begin to emit a powerful pale green toxic flame.

"ᛈᛟᛁᛊᛟᚾ ᚠᛚᚨᛗᛖᛊ ᛏᛟ ᛗᛁ ᛒᛚᚨᛞᛖ" she casted the runic spell, and the flame burst to life, as she positioned the halberd to strike.



"Alright then, my beshelled friend, lets see what happens when I crack you open ant take a look inside the halfshell!" she whispered to herself, even as she redirected on the spot, and darted for Mojo's rear left hand side, having made almost two thirds around the arena to get behind him the long way. She reared back the mighty polearm and swung the massive axe blade for the gab between his shell, and his side.

The high caliber shell to the face did little but make the creature's eyelid twitch as he continued to breathe petrifying clouds across the inky black thing that danced about. Bored of the boring inky substance, Mojo turned to face one of the new arrivals with her rifle and belched out a loud scream that echoed throughout the arena! Not too long after turning, the Lamia sliced her polearm's axe blade against his flesh... sorta. In truth, it didn't penetrate, nor did the poisonous effects apply to Mojo's rock hard flesh. There was a reason he was nicknamed the 'Adamantoise' as his body was like raw Adamantite, near impossible to shatter or crack into!

He shook off the Lamia with his foot casually, like a person would to an ankle biting dog before the big guy swung his massive spiked club toward's the red haired woman's direction! even from where he was standing, several meters away from her, the reach of his arm and massive melee weapon allowed him to swing it down with enough force to launch sand and earth her direction if not lift her flying!

An inky smile crept across her concealed alien face as the overgrown turtle turned away to face the new challenge that had enter into their little contest.  Parts of her body were falling to the ground as hardened stone but not enough to stop her movement or slow her down.

But than that rocking breathe stopped chasing her, and she shot out to the back of the turtles head.  As it made to attack the other two she pooled into a semi liquid form and wove herself around the head of her foe, eyes and mouth.  Spinning her fluid form into a blindfold to blind him.  A liquid cloth free flowing and moving to keep him blinded, while the wrapping as tightly as should could around his jaws to force his mouth shut at the same time.