Ben watched in horror as blood exploded from Diana's mouth. The earlier smile on her face fizzled out slowly, her eyes widened, so much that Ben could see even the whites all around them.
She stared back blankly at Ben. "No," Ben whispered, tears gathering in his eyes as he watched Diana slowly looked down at hands shooting out through her chest.
The werewolf's bloody clawed hand was sticking out, while the rest of it was buried deep in Diana's ribs.
She looked back up at Ben, tears flowing from her eyes and more blood gushing from her mouth and nose. It poured down his chin and splattered across his armor.
"No, no no no!" Ben choked out, clapping a hand over his mouth. The werewolf smirked demonically and lifted the elf off the ground like it weighed nothing. It howled and weigh great force, it slammed Diana's down to the ground. It repeated the action multiple times that Ben was weeping before he even realized that he was.
The sounds of bones breaking echoed across the arena together with a victory howl as the werewolf stopped and raised the damaged body up to the air. It gave it one final slam and immediately dropped on all fours, tearing, munching and devouring Diana's flesh.
Blood splattered everywhere. Some even on Ben. He was shaking so hard his teeth rattled. Diana's body lay crumpled on the ground. Her eyes still open but staring at nothing. She was dead.
"Oh my God." Ben's voice broke the silence in a sudden whisper. "Oh my..." He scrambled backward on his hands and feet, slipping in the blood. His shoulders screamed in protest but he didn't care. His heart was slamming against his chest so hard it hurt.
He had just watched someone die right in front of him. He needed to get away from here as fast as he could. He slipped one more time and hit the ground. Thud!
The sound was surprisingly loud that suddenly, the werewolf stopped and turned toward his direction. Blood dropped from its muzzle and claws. A wild grin stretching across its face.
Ben screamed and forced himself to his feet. He ran as fast as he could. He didn't know where exactly to run to because people were everywhere. Some fighting with weapons and some with strange 'abilities' like the Elf. But he didn't mind at all, he shoved past them, knocking into some as he ran.
"Move! Move!" he yelled as he shoved people to the side to get past them. Although some where bigger and muscular the he was so instead of moving them, he moved instead.
Few meters behind him, the werewolf was following one step at a time. Ben risked a glance back and gasped. Instant regret. With every of its step, it was killing and shoving away everything in its path.
A small creature had tried to block its way but the werewolf grabbed it by the face, lifted it up and crushed it's skull. Splat!
Another creature, something reptilian looking, tried to run when it saw the werewolf approaching. He caught by the tail and ripped in half, spraying blood everywhere.
Ben's stomach ached. He swallowed and turned forward, running as fast and hard as he could. He shoved through a group of people huddled near a stone pillar. One of them cursed at him but He didn't stop.
He ran past a pile of bodies. Past a little girl with horns sobbing over someone's corpse but the werewolf tore through them all.
"Hey!" The werewolf yelled at him.
Ben didn't dare to look back. He just kept running. His chest was on fire, but he kept moving. He had to because he didn't want to die here. Especially not at the hands of the werewolf. He remembered Diana and sniffed. 'Such a precious soul.' She didn't deserve to die at all.
Up ahead, a crumbled chariot with broken wheels was lying on its side. Ben reached for it and ducked behind it. He pressed his back against the splintered wood and clamped a hand over his mouth, as he tried to calm his breathing.
His entire body was shaking. His shoulders still burned where the claws had dug in. Blood soaked through his shirt and his wounds ached. But he was still alive. At least for now. For a moment, there was nothing but silence. No footsteps. No yelling. Nothing. Just the distant sounds of fighting and weapon clanking together in the arena.
'Did he lose the werewolf?' Ben hoped.
"Please. Please let me have lost it." He tried to calm his breathing and slowly, he peaked around the edge of the chariot. There was nothing. "It's gone. Ha!"
Ben closed his eyes in relief. For a second there he thought he was going to die. But now he was free. Finally. Then he remembered, his system hasn't showed up for a while now. 'What's happening?'
"System!" He called out. "I know you can hear me asshole. System! Sys..."
Admist his sentence, something grabbed his shirt from behind.
"Ahhh!" The pain from his wounded shoulders that has subsided previously, resurfaced again. Who and what was grabbing him at a time like this. He could swear he was well hidden. Plus he lost the werewolf already. He checked. He was a hundred percent sure. Right?
He kicked and punched as hard but his legs and arms could but hit nothing but air. Whoever or whatever was lifting was coming from behind. Slowly he swallowed and twisted around to see who it at least what it was. The moment he turned, he could feel his heart sinking into his butt. He froze.
It was the werewolf and it was smiling in the most horrifying way possible. Ben tried to speak or cursed or say anything at all but the words were stuck in his mouth, bluntly refusing to come out.
"F-Fuck!" He finally managed in a whisper making the werewolf grin even more.
It was holding Ben up by neck of his shirt. Blood dripped from its claws, its teeth and...everywhere. It tilted its head to meet Ben's face and winked.
"Found you! Haha! Ahahaha!"