Arger didn't see the guard, but he felt him. The electric whip came across his face like an burning iron, or it would have if the redundant nerve system on his skin hadn't blocked out most of the pain. With a grunt Arger looked at the ebolorian before it came down on his face again, the voltage much higher. Stumbling backwards, Arger was about to tear the guard apart before a heavy weight hit him in the back, the force by itself wasn't enough to stop him but it kept coming. This combined with more swings from the electro whip caused Arger to fall, but not before one last swipe that disemboweled hammer guy. Before succumbing to the shocks that were dancing through his body, lighting his inner nervous system on fire, Arger made one last futile act of rebellion by spitting his mixture of blood and teeth at the face of electro whip guy as he was dragged away. 

They weren't going to kill him, no, Arger was a prized warrior for what it was worth. Whenever Arger was put on the stage the fights always became that much bloodier, the only reason he was down in this shit hole was because of stunts like today. Besides, those were dime a dozen guards. They would be replaced tomorrow, if not in the next several hours. After getting thrown into the a place that was even more shitty, Arger quickly put himself together and went on the prowl. Hunting was as natural as breathing for Arger, plus nobody would mind if a couple gutter rats disappeared. Stalking the darker parts Arger found his prey, a humanoid of some sort. A hulking bastard, shorter than Arger but definitely wider with obscenely out of proportion muscles. After a while Arger could tell that he held some authority here with the local gangs, somewhat of a high ranking enforcer... also an extreme braggart. 

For now Arger bid his time, waiting for him to make some mistake. And a mistake was made, the dumb bastard walked down a dark alleyway, most likely so secure in his standing that he feared nothing in his little domain. Well, Arger was going to teach him a lesson in fear. Walking behind the humanoid, Arger made himself with a challenge. When the fact that someone actually disrespected him clicked in his head, the man turned red... quite literally. His skin turned a dark crimson and he bulked up quite a bit, standing just above Arger. With a roar of rage the thing charged, flinging garbage and debris away from him. Arger didn't feel like playing a game with this abomination and so ended it with a simple claw to the face that promptly took it off. 

Whether the thing was dead or not was irrelevant, it wasn't moving and that was quite a bit of meat so Arger dug in. After the messy business of consumption a questionably dead creature, Arger found himself a nice dark corner to sleep in. Clutching doll A'tha made for him, Arger went to sleep... surprised to find his murder spree did not bring him the happiness he was accustomed to.