*The doors to the colloseum Swing open slowly, groaning at the movement as a cloaked figure walked in. His black muzzle could be seen facing downwards as he stepped into the colloseum, foot-paws shining a glossy black as His steps produced no sound. Making His way to the centre of the colloseum, His cloak and tail swayed behind Him slowly. The fur tips on His black chest and tail becoming visible as they pulsed bright silver. From behind Him shouts could be heard and a group of humans sprinted into view from the doorway, wearing a mix of military and police gear. Twenty in total ran close to the colloseum door, not wanting to cross the line of the entrance, for fear of what they had heard happening to non Colloseum humans who dared to. The leader of the squad an army officer shouted the order to advance and took one step over the line, the rest of the humans followed suit, but as soon as the sergeants foot raised to move further in, the cloaked figure span, raising His arm to point at the humans before a soft click was heard and 3 flashes of gold were seen, only the sharpest of fighters would see the gold traces flying through the air before all 3 hit the sergeant Square in the chest. He grunted as he was knocked to the floor and looked down at his body armour, sighing in relief before the area around the darts began to burn and melt away. The acid coating the golden darts eating through the armour on his body, the clothes underneath and his skin itself, the unfortunate human rolling on the ground and scratching away at his own flesh as he cried out in pain, while the chemicals ate through his body.
The remaining nineteen humans already over the line gasped and stared wide eyed as his flesh, organs and bone were reduced to mush before them. The next highest ranking military personal shouting out:* "OPEN FIRE!!" *as soon as it was ordered, all of the humans stopped and took firing positions, the sound of gunshots ringing through the air as the bullets headed straight towards the cloaked figure, who moved His paw behind him and drew his sword diagonally downwards from the sheath on his back to bring it across his body, as another click released the blade on the wrist launcher. The cloaked figure began to slice his blade in front of his body, reflecting most of the bullets using His wrist blade to knock away the closer ones. As the automatic gunners got in position the cloaked figure continued the blocking movements but twisted, dropped or leaned to avoid the bullets that He couldn't Reflect. The figure made a spinning movement to dodge a shot from a sniper rifle, His paw slid upwards over His fur and as He turned to face the Soldiers. His paw raised and fingers flexed, three shruikens flying through the air and hitting the sniper and two machine gunners in the chest, all of who gasped in pain and fell to the floor, before their bodies slowly turned whiter and whiter as they turned to ice.
The Human squad then began to move into cover, continuously firing as the cloaked figure turned and ran to a pillar, running up the stone wall before kicking off and swinging his leg around, the air catching behind it as he kicked out and a blast of air launched at the humans, heading straight for four hidden behind a broken pillar, the policemen ducking down behind it to avoid the air, sealing their fate as the wind connected with the pillar and sent it flying with them against it into the wall, crushing them between the two stone surfaces. As he landed another marksman took a shot, the cloaked figure pressing into a handstand as the bullet whizzed close by his ears, making a hole in his cloak, as the words "Mara, Gredor" would be heard by those with extremely sharp ears. As soon as those words were uttered, two wolves leapt out from and seemed to appear from the shadows. One was pure white and had a trail of light following her movements, the other was Jet black and had a trail of shadows following his, both of the wolves landed on a human at the same time in a symmetrical leap and attack, both tearing the throat from their respective targets and leaping off again, changing in mid-air into an anthro wolf form, with Tiger claws fitted to their wrist as they again symmetrically slashed the face off two humans, the pair then twisting at the same time and throwing a shuriken at the marksmen, one in each shoulder as he cried out in pain, before he too slowly turned white and became a man of Ice. As soon as they had done this, the two anthro wolves leaped back into the shadows, the humans staring baffled by the lightning strike, none of them even registering it till five of their comrades lay dead on the ground.
Now being able to move more freely with the reduced weapons fire, the robed wolf began to sprint towards the humans, reaching behind Him to produce 2 metal disks, launching them both at ridiculously off-target angles, the metal disks whistling through the air before they both began to curve inwards greatly, the spin he had thrown them with making them curve back in, around the cover of the humans, while most of the group were lucky enough to dodge the disk, the last policeman was unfortunate enough to be impaled by both, as the symbol on the Disks Glowed bright blue and Electricity burst between and around the two, frying the poor human completely and flicking across to two nearby soldiers: the two last heavy gunners, whose guns conducted the electricity and caused it to run through their bodies, frying their insides and short circuiting their hearts. The three of them dropping to the ground as smoke rose from their bodies. The final four humans began to fire desperately at the cloaked figure, who easily knocked away or avoided the human's feeble shots, when he was in range, the figure leapt high upwards. The humans looking up and covering their eyes from the sun glare as the wolfs cloak fell from his Body, Dal landing on one of the soldier's shoulders, knocking him to the ground as dal brought his sword across the humans throat, the blood spraying up onto his fur, red spraying over the blue tips before the next soldier lunged at him with a combat knife, Dal knocked the knife away with his sword and then punched at the humans chest, the blade on his wrist launcher piercing his heart instantly, as Dal used the soldier's body to block the shots of the others. As they were reloading, he threw the corpse away before charging at the nearest human, whose comrade turning panic stricken fled.
Dropping his gun, the soldier's eyes closing as he heard the screams of pain, sprinting desperately to get back over the line when the screaming fell silent, when he got within a few meters of freedom, Dal formed in front of him, the shadows over the doorway swirling upwards to form his body as he stepped forwards, his paw clenching the human by the throat and turning to slam him into the wall, the force of the thrust indenting the wall as Dals yellow eyes stared deep into the humans panic filled ones. Dal brought his fist back as the blade retracted and opened his paw his claws shining in the light* "I'm leaving, I'm leaving, just let me go, i have a wife, i have family, children and friends, please just let me-" *Dal thrust his arm forwards his fingers and claws pressing into the humans chest, blood spraying over the wolfs face as he squeezed his hand over the humans heart* "i have all of those, and your kind keep putting their lives in danger for no reason, offering them no chance for freedom for that, i will show No mercy" *Dal gripped the humans heart and pulled back, the muscle tearing from its place in his chest as the humans body twitched and blood poured from his wound and mouth, before his body slowly went limp. Dal Growled softly and threw the body aside.
Turning and walking back to the centre of the colloseum slowly, picking up the shruikens and weapons he had used, as well as collecting the guns in one of the machine gunner's Backpacks as he passed the respective corpses, the ice humans, shattering into shards as he slowly made his way to the centre, breathing in deeply, Dals fur tips shimmered silver again, before he sighed softly and looked around at the other occupants of the Colloseum, smirking slightly and Nodding his head in greeting before slowly Walking to the Huge metal door of his Workshop. Guns may be distasteful in his eyes, but they were great sources of material and parts, and he now had a lot to work with.