The beast quickly scurried towards Zharkov as it lunged its head towards Zharkov's torso with its maw fully agape. Once in a close distance to Zharkov the beast would slam its fangs down with incredible strength. During this time the lower levels of the crowd were raising their fists in union as they raised them up and down in the air. "ZHARKOV, ZHARKOV!"

The atmosphere of the arena was filled with excitement as the beast and Zharkov were engaging in battle. There were still plenty of merchants peddling food and drink during the show, while the crowd cheered with great enthusiasm. While it may be an early match, the crowd knew Zharkov would entertain.