No words registered to Belrigger, only the thunder of his own beating heart in his ears. These were intruders and on some level he recognized they had spoken of infiltration, his operation, and the tunnels leading to the bandit hideouts. That would be dealt with when his mind did not scream for blood. 

“You will not live to see this place again, nor tell of its location.”

His oath to non-violence would be upheld to the last. No humans or Demis would taste his steel as it ended their lives, of that he would swear again, but the oath didn’t mean he could not restrain the intruders for someone else to finish. In a rush, he put his shoulder down and roared defiance.

Again, Belrigger charged forward. But all Mono had to do to remain standing was anchor his heel behind himself to prevent the brute from throwing him over. He wrapped one of his arms around Belrigger once he got close. Unlike Aer, Mono was far taller and more capable of dealing with a physical attack like this. Belrigger's push forward was only causing the captain to slide backwards at a steady pace. He pointed at Belrigger with his free hand, snapped his fingers, and said: [b][color=royalblue]”Al-Hu-”[/color][/b] 

The crunch of the Arena bosses hand striking Mono full in the face seemed to echo in the big man’s ears and driving his swing into a far more lethal strike. A man unprepared to take a hit would surely have failed to survive the nearly unrestrained strike, and rather than the pleasure of a firm hit Belrigger could feel something disturbingly wrong with the situation. The shoulder check, the punch, it felt [i]wrong.[/i] 

Rather than dwell on his gut feeling, another strike came low at Monos stomach, followed by yet another right hook. With his bare hands the Master of the Arena was going to pummel his opponent into submission. Swing after swing probing the enemies mysterious defenses as Belrigger built up to a blow that should shatter the enemies will to fight.

Blow after blow, and Mono still didn't yeild. After knocking his opponent into a daze, Belrigger was left an opening to deliver a mighty uppercut. His ears were assaulted by a loud cracking sound as Mono's jaw exploded. An unexpected side effect of this was a bunch of stone chips tumbling out the bottom of his mask. Mono tumbled backwards into his men, who were able to catch his body. One of the men removed Mono's mask and strapped it onto his own face, revealing the crator in the original mono's head. While it looked very human on the outside, below the skin was nothing but stone. One of the guards hauled Mono's body out of the alleyway, and the masked guard stepped forward.

[b][color=royalblue]”Seems this old crow has some tricks, but so do I.”[/color][/b] Mono drew a short sword. [b][color=royalblue]”El-huma!”[/color][/b] A gray fog bellowed out of the “new” mono before he charged towards Belrigger. The other guards started to draw their own weapons in preparation for the fight.


“A golem?!” Initially shocked by the sophistication of the construct, the moment passed quickly when the reality struck him. This was no human or demi, it was not truly a living creature and thus its destruction would not break his oath. “Before I carve a path through you, answer me: Are you all mindless constructs?” It would be a shame if there was still flesh and bone mingled with the soldiers serving under this fellow.

[b][color=royalblue]”Come and find out.”[/color][/b] The gray smoke around mono was getting thicker by the second. Such to the point where it was getting harder to see what his other “minions” were doing. But this Mono made his intentions clear. He thrust his short sword straight at Belrigger's chest.

The blade struck true and found no purchase, sliding from the targets chest. The only damage it had done was draw a line of cut fabric where the sharp edge passed. The returning strike was brutality in excess, Belriggers meaty fist struck the soldier with the blade with a right aiming at his shoulder. Even if they were flesh and blood it would be crippling but not fatal. Following up the strike he crouched and rushed again with his shoulder, throwing enough force behind his full body charge to launch the miserable cretin from his path forward. Ever forward.

Belrigger flattened this Mono, and batted the others up against the wall as he pressed through. But he soon felt a burning sensation on his skin. That fog wasn't just a smoke screen, it was poison. Something designed to melt human flesh. Even with his inhuman resistances, he was not impervious to the effects of this acid cloud. It would not melt his skin right away, but he couldn't let himself inhale this foul air.

Belrigger found his progress got slower as the Monos were able to bunch up in the alleyway. He had managed to get himself surrounded, and they latched onto him. Five Monos too hold of his arms, legs, and neck. A sixth mono was holding a war hammer, and looked like he was ready to bring it down on Belrigger's head.  


Struggling against the rushing golems, for that was without question what they were, he threw his weight at the heavy golems trying to restrict him. The blessing gave him enormous protections but it was not enough to make him lift tons of stone with his bare hands. Not that he wasn’t putting up a good effort! Again and again he roared, a hand slipping loose for a moment to strike out against the constructs but failing to do little lasting damage until the final golem brought the hammer down.
Square in the forehead with tremendous force, despite the blessing it was still enough to rattle his brain in his skull and bring painful dizziness to the Arena Master. Outmanned it would be difficult to escape before these monsters simply crushed him into oblivion or worse.

In this pit of gladiators, armed with weapons and armor to match their prowess, Belrigger had the advantage still. The Champion Anyon had faced was injured and could not fight but two others had come to the bellowing warcry of their Master while the other conscripts handled the rabble. With the Main entrance blocked by Belrigger and Mono it fell to them to organize the retreat through the vast network of tunnels. 
Armed with a warhammer of his own, Auriok the Vast fit his namesake well. A towering human, his arms had remained uncovered to show his impressive muscular form. With a horned helmet covering his face he was the spitting image of a vengeful gladiator as his silver and gold hammer collapsed a Monos hands where it grasped at the Masters.
From the back was the Blackblood. Trained extensively with a longsword and his arrows, he put a heavy barrage through the alleyway. The arrows were quickly made worthless by the nature of his foes but in the tight confines it was all he could do. 
Neither knew the nature of the foes they fought quite yet but they would soon come to realize the impressive challenge they posed.

With the grasp on his right hand lessened, Belrigger again bellowed his wordless roar of defiance and struck hard at the construct holding his left hand while Auriok swung at the one holding back the masters neck, aiming to take the head of the enemy clean off.

Belrigger was slowly being freed from the Monos,  but that did nothing to push back the thickening poison fog. Belrigger's protection made him rather resistant to its effects, but it was clear that Auriok was not faring as well.

[b][color=royalblue]”El-Huma!”[/color][/b] It sounded like a mantra, but the remaining eight or seven Monos were all casting the same spell and approaching the fighters. It seemed like with every one that fell, the rest got stronger. Soon there wasn't a group of monos, but a black cloud that completely blocked all light from the other side of the tunnel. A literal fog of death was approaching Belrigger and crew.

Without a strong sense for magic on his own, it was still painfully obvious from the incantations that this was not to be fought against. Every time they smashed a golems arm or rendered it immobile the main host only got stronger bit by bit. A clever man, Belrigger assumed the host body used its own energies to control the complex automatons to mirror a human and when it didn’t have to it simply became stronger in return.
There was a way to beat this thing but not as it was now. 

Shaking off Auriok, Belrigger put fingers to his lips and blew a loud shrill whistle. “Call off the guards. Emergency plan Alpha, evacuate the arena. Get the staff out first. Go!”

Auriok and Blackblood took off in a sprint to comply with the masters commands, ushering anyone in their way out. All sense of mystery was abandoned as the highly trained guards began reaching for the elaborate entrystones that revealed a secret tunnel leading to the surface, usually via ladder and a hatchway above. Everywhere you looked there was armored soldiers rushing to comply. Belrigger grudgingly ran through them to the vip area. 
An area that connected to a bandit highway smuggling goods. A single thin wire, almost invisble against the shadowed alcove it rested in, released the final trap that served as the masters inevitable escape. The rumble of hundreds of tons of rock splintering was the only warning, the main tunnels exit into the arena proper had been rigged to collapse and seal the pit off. It wouldn’t last against a concerted effort to dig through but it did not have to. 
It just had to delay them till everyone could travel the tunnels out.

(Will pretty this up at not 7am)