# Brother-Killer ch. 1

## Disclaimer: This is set in the mlp universe, even if it isn't clear in the begining.

A young green man walked out of gate and into an arena. Sand covered the circle ground. It was surrounded by a terrace filled with demi-humans.

The audience were silently glaring at him.

He looked passed them into the eyes of a giant minotaur seated in a throne elevated above the rest of the viewers. He wore a sadistic grin on his features. The young man looked away. He shut his eyes as he grimace in pain.

Then he exhaled looked over towards the other side of the arena. There stood an aligator the size of man on his backlegs wiggling his tongue at him.

Compared to the man the aligator was dressed in some sort of half armour, one that only protected his belly but not his back since he already had hard scales for that. The man wore nothing but a pair of baggy pants he'd tucked up the legs of to his knees. Both were barefoot but one had thick and thumb-sized claws on theirs. The man was barechested.

The walls that closed off the arena were decorated in scratch marks from claws and painted in old, dried blood. Above the walls sat VIPs holding weapons. If you had the bright idea of climbing up the walls to escape they had the right to skewer you. They paied well to sit there. The gate the man had walked in though was thick and locked behind him.

The minotaur on the throne was dark brown with large, white, forward-bent, L-shaped horns. His large physic was abolsutely ripped with bulking muscles.

He stood up and the demi-humans turn towards him. The male section wanted to be him, the female section wanted to change him. (I couldn't resist)

He sighed and spoke loudly enough to adress the whole terrace, "What is with this eerie silence?"

He looked around. "Are we not at the Ring of **Death**?"

He made a gesture with his hands that looked like flipped a table. After a small delay a agreeing roar of mix voices came in response. Still, the volume was lacking. Clearly some did not agree.

He paused. He gave the green man a contempful look. The young man was about to look away but stop himself in the motion so instead he just tilted his head foreward.

"You thin-**k** that I care for this...--" He pointed down at the man. "--full-blood *ba*stard because his my son? You couldn't be more wrong."

Now the whole audience responded in turn with applause, cheers, and mocking laughter.

He smiled againt sadistically at his son, who this time couldn't meet his gaze.

"But no one can say I'm not merciful." He leaned over the small wall of his private half-room. "He can always surrender and join the parade of shame. Afterall, we all know full-bloods can't fight without their cheats."

He smirked and the audience laughed a throaty laugh. He waited till they quieted down.

"Well then, Anonymous Darkweb will pitted against Crocs Alevator. You may start." He gestured to the teenage dragon that stood next to him. It bowed, inhaled, and then released a thunderous roar. A cloud of flames spread from his mouth out over the arena.

Crocs leapt forward and snapped his jaws togheter. He missed Anon by a few inches. Anon had yet to move as the attack came.

Statled, Anon jumped back from crocs large maw that lay next to his feets. Crocs leapt again, this time a shorter distance since he had been lying down. His teeth managed to bite into the tucked cloth of Anon's pants though.

Immidiately upon feeling something in his mouth he began to spin sideways. His deathroll was both strong and fast. He ripped of the cloth from Anon's pants. The rest of the pant's leg tore apart up to the waist, revealing Anon's green thights.

Anon's eyes were huge but then he force anger into his eyes. He rolled back and as he was about to roll forward again he pushed off with his arms. Launching himself onto his feet and landing ontop of Crocs head. He got off and rolled away from the lizard man.

Crocs went limp for a few seconds before he cried out in pain and anger. He ripped the ground with his claws in blind furry. He stood upright and looked around himself. It looked like a struggle to balance, as his head hung low and his body swayed.

The audience cheered encouragingly for Crocs.

Anon took a fighting stance. He stood on a line with one foot before the other. His hand looked like they were ready to grab anything.

Crocs dissiness disipated and he glared at Anon. Crocs circled him with slow and delibrate steps. Behind him his tail drew a line in the sand. He snarled and revealed bent teeth.

Anon noticed how Crocs, while moving to the side, move slightly closer. Anon circled Crocs back the other direction but he also moved backwards to keep the distance between them.

Crocs fainted a launch at Anon and Anon jumped far back. The audience laughed and Anon's cheeksgrew red as he saw how Crocs had stopped and just grinned at him.

Anon glared at him but caused Crocs to skip towards him with glee in his eyes. Anon back in turn.

Suddenly, the audience laughed and cheered. He heard one of them call out, "What an idiot!"

Anon looked puzzled but then felt his back hit something. He whirled around and found that he'd walked into one of the only corners the arena had. The walls were circular but the gates one enter through protruded and between their frames and the walls of the ring where corners.

He turned back and found that Crocs had closed in on him. He wore a sadistic look on his face.

For a moment, the possibility of surrendering and joining the parade of shame passed through his mind but then his body moved on its own. He threw himself passed Crocs on the Gator-man's side. Crocs quickly followed and twisted his body.

Anon was about to roll off the speed from lunging himself when he saw Crocs tail in his path. His eyes widen in realization.

He felt the breath of Crocs' jaws on his neck as he finished his roll. He grabbed the tail and hurled himself out of harms' way while tossing the tail up in the air of where he just had been.

He saw how Crocs bit into his tail and spun. A terrible crack was heard and Anon knew he had won.

After Croc stopped his spinning, he bagan to wail. He shut his eyes and grimaced. At the mid-point of his tail it broke off to the side in an unnatural way. It move along the rest of the tail limply. Balloon sized bububles of blood formed under his skin pushing scales out.

The crowd had cried out in anger and then started to booed and whistled towards Anon.

Crocs tried to squeeze shut the flow of blood that was inflating the limp end of his tail with one of his claw-like hands. The other hand he held up straight with it open and flat.

Another cloud of fire erupted out over the arena and a pair of anthropomorphic medics ran out to Crocs carrying a stretcher.

Anon looked towards the big bull again. There hard gazes meet. Without uttering a word a threw bag down to Anon's feet.

Anon picked it up and surveyed the contents. It was filled with spiral shells, pointy and dull. He grinned, tied it together, and attached it to his belt.

As they transported Crocs out of the arena, Anonymous left through the same gate he'd entered.

He walked into the looker room, step into his sandals, and enveloped himself in his brown cloak.

As he was about to leave flashes of imagery of a green jaws snapping assulted his mind. He wringled his skin above his nose as he remembered the smell of crocs in his mind. He dragged his hand along his exposed tighe as he remebered the force that ripped his pants asunder.

He had to sit down on the floor. Huddled in his cloak, he just shuddered for a while.

"O-oooh oooooh!" left his mouth, his voice trembling.

With shut eyes, he stood up. As he left the locker room, he move towards the exit of the stadium.

He left the stadium and wandered down the sandstone road that lead passed the bazaar. More antromorpic creatures were there. They wore clothes, haggled, sold, and comsumed thing. With his long hoddie only the ones looking straight at him from ahead could see that he was not one of them.

However, these folks recogniced that hoddie and they knew who he was and who his father was. That didn't stop some of them from giving him glares.

He made his way passed them. After passing many stands on his way he finally reached his destination: The steakhouse.

Behind a fence a lanky leopard-man with toned barechest was roasting a boar over a fire. The fire blazed in a what previously had been a fountain. The skinned pigwas gaining nice red colors from being spit roasted.

He sighed in relief when he saw the Anon and shook his head.

"You had me worried there, bro," he said. "You really seemed determine on participating in the Ring of Death. Glad you came to your senses."

Anon couldn't smirk, even though the situation called for it, instead he hoisted his bag of shells up.

"I didn't," Anon said.

The leopard man's eyes widen and his thick and long tail stood straight up. "No... No way. It's probably filled with trash and-"

You inserted two fingers from each of your hands and pulled the bag open. The metallic shells inside glimmered. The leopard man only stared at it all.

The shocked expression on his brother's face finally made Anon perk up and he smiled.

"You didn't expect that, Skitick. Did ya?" Anon said. "Today, I'm paying. Give me a whole hog."

Anon pointed at one of the roasted hogs placed on a metall bar shelf just at the right height to keep it warm but not to grill it further.

Skitick didn't seem to listen but instead dug around with his paws in the depths of the bag.

"It's all shells..." He muttered to himself.

A true smirk appeared on Anon's lips.

"Told ya."

He looked up at Anon as if he seen a ghost.

"How? ...How did you win? Whodidyoumeet? What *even* **happened?**" He shouted out the last part.

"Crocs the Lizardman," Anon said.

Shitick shook his head. "There is..."

"I tricked him into biting his own tail. He broke it in a roll."

He looked at Anon and inspected your eyes. Anon couldn't help but to smile at his disbelief.

"You're lying."

"No."

Anon stepped over the fence. You dove your hand into the bag and pulled out more then enough shells to pay for a hog and dropped it in Skitick's paws. You walked passed him to the hogs.

"So which one is your best roast you think?" Anon took a long sniff of the hogs.

- [x] 1. Decribe the arena
- [x] 2. Describe the fighting characters
- [x] 3. It Begins!!!
- [x] 4. The fight
- [x] 5. The aftermath
- [ ] 6. Anon buys some real meat