Roleplay with your OC fighting or watching the Arena

Matt: A tournament? Maybe I could get some money from it...

*a big horn would go off as the crowd screams in joy**

Matt: geez that's loud

*a big creature would fight some humanoids of different races*

Matt: maybe if I stand in the corner it won't notice me

*the creature stares right at Matt*

Matt: ....it noticed me

*He says getting into a fighting position*

*The creature would look like a giant wolf with spines on its back and big claws*

Matt: Animalistic... I really hope the prize money is worth it

*the creatures head splits open, to reveal a big maw of teeth as it charges towards Matt*

Matt: *he holds out his hands to grab his mouth and toss it*

Annoucer: THE HELL HOUND IS DOWN!

*the Hell hound would try to get up*

Matt: *jumps up and stomps on it*

*the Hell Hound would fire some spines from its back*

Matt: oh God!

*He bounces back and tries to dodge*

*the Hell Hound would get up, which it breathes fire at Matt*

Matt: *he quickly side steps and the drop kicks the hell hound*

*the Hound would fall on a spike, which it gets impaled*

Annoucer: WINNER!!!

Matt: oh cool. That was easy

Annoucer: NOW... FOR THE FINAL CHALLANGE...

Matt: of course there is...

Annoucer: TO FIGHT OUR CHAMPION... GARRRRRRRRROOOSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!

*the audiance would chant Garos as a big door opens, with a glowing red eye in the darkness*

Matt: what the hell is that-

*a 9 feet tall Wrathian, wearing gladiator armor, skulls around his waist, and a eyepatch would come from the darkness, wielding a big Butterfly Axe*

Matt: ...oh. that's not the weirdest thing I've seen today.

Garos: GUJA MALKA GUA!

*Garos would charge*

Matt: *jumps aside* sorry I don't speak Mexican!

*Garos would throw his axe, which it starts heat seeking Matt*

Matt: *running around aimlessly*

*Garos would fire some fire blasts at Matt*

Matt: *he costs Ares armor around his hands to deflect the fire balls back*

*the Butterfly Axe would knock Matt to the ground, which makes the audiance laugh*

Matt: agh-

Garos: HUMAN IS WEAK! GAROS IS STRONG AND CRUSH HUMAN LIKE ROACH!

Matt: *he bounces back and slams Harold to the ground*

Who TF is Harold

Uhhhh whos harlod

I meant garos but it auto correct

aight

Sam: hm, an arena tournament? what's this all about?

???: MAY THE STRONGEST WIN!!!!

Sam: well... I don't see why I couldn't join
*the nanomachines would form a small tripod with a camera as they left his left arm*
*he then disconnects his minigun, ammo backpack, and holsters his sledgehammer*
Sam: Incase I get called out for cheating...

*a bunch of spike pits would appear on the ground*

Sam: huh, they like to spice up the arena, aye?
More of a challenge for me!
*Sam leaps into the arena, landing with a hard thud*

*a Gluttonairan would come from a sandpit, which they throw up acid on Sam*

*Sam hops out of range before the acid hit him*
Sam: the f**k is that?

(Btw, Gluttonarians are basically demons of the Gluttony Ring)

Gluttonarian: TABOR WILL DEVOUR YOU!

*he leaps on Sam*

*Sam swiftly grabbed his sledgehammer, whacking the Gluttonarian mid-air into the floor*

*Tabor would throw up more acidic vomit*

*side rolls to dodge the vomit*
(Don't ask me how he rolls in that much armor, space marines can do it too)
Sam: the f**k are you guys eating???

*Tabor would shoot a long tongue at Sam, wrapping around his neck*

Sam: WHAT THE F**K?
*grabs at the tongue and tries to tear it*

*the tongue slowly gets shorter as Tabor drags Sam to his maw*

*thinking* wait a minute...
*Sam just swings his head around, which would swing Tabor into a wall like a flail*

*Tabor would fall into a spike pit, which he tries dragging Sam into it with his tongue*

*Sam would pin down the tongue to the ground with one hand, before jabbing the tongue with the butt of his sledgehammer like a stake using his other hand*

*the tongue would rip from the sheer weight of Tabor, which he then falls*

*removes the hammer from the ground*
Sam: well that was close...
*unraveling the torn tongue still around his neck*
Sam: eugh...

*a Wrathian would go behind Sam and kicks him in the hole*

Sam: DAH!
*grabs the ledge on the other side of the hole*

*the Wrathian would get a sword and stabs Sams hand*

Sam: GRH!
*Sam forced his bionic left hand into the hole's wall after quickly holstering his hammer*
*he then whistled, calling over a swarm of nanomachines to reinforce his left arm, disassembling the camera tripod*

Wrathian: DIE! *the Wrathian kicks Sams face*

Sam: AUGH, DAMNIT!
*the nanomachines finally reached his left arm, greatly increasing its size*
*he proceeds to launch himself out of the pit, ripping out a boulder in the process*

*The Wrathian would get a spear ready*

*Sam f**king hurls the boulder at the Wrathian mid air, before launching a chain from his left arm at the ground behind Sam to pull himself down to safety*

*The Wrathian gets crushed*

*retracting the chain, Sam readied his sledgehammer in his right hand*

Annoucer: LETS MAKE THINGS INTERESTING SHALL WE?

*in the middle of the arena, a huge hole would be made, where a fleshy maw would be at the bottom*

Sam: uh... why the f**k do they just have a flesh pit in here???

*the toothy maw would have tendrils shooting out, grabbing some demons and dragging it the mouth*

Sam: Oh shit
*back hops a bit of a distance away, standing ready with his hammer in hand*

*a tendril would wrap around Sams legs and starts dragging him*

Sam: WHOA!
*Sam's left hand became a buzz saw, and he started to cut at the tendril*

*the tendril would bleed acidic blood*

Sam: what the f**k are these things made of? Change of plans, I guess
*Sam's hand now converted to a chain lash, launching said chain at the wall behind him and began pulling himself toward the wall*

*more gladiators would fall*

*Sam would yank himself towards the wall in attempts to get the tendril off*

*more tendrils come from the pit, which they grab more limbs*

Sam: F**K!
*some of the nanomachines turned into automated blow torches, attempting to burn the tendrils*

*a Wrathian comes from the pit and slices all the tendrils off of Sam*

*Sam falls to the ground*
Sam: that pit is... putrid!
*getting back on his feet*

Wrathian: DUCK!

*Sam just gave the ??? expression*

*The Wrathian pushes Sam, which then a big axe swings, which slices the Wrathian in two*

*staggering back*
Sam: Where did that come from???
*looking over at the flesh pit*
Sam: Oh wait I've still got that to deal with

*The Wrathian would be on the ground, still alive*

*looking over at the sliced Wrathian*
Sam: a-are you still alive???

Wrathian: *coughs a bit of blood* Do not worry...

Sam: uhh.... alright then...

*The Wrathian crawls to a sliced open corpse and attaches himself to it, which he fuses to it and stands up*

*?????*

Wrathian: Mortal. I have a plan.

Sam: well, I guess I'll listen to it

Wrathian: Try to damage the Jorgands mouth.

Sam: Oh! well that'll be easy
*his left arm's nanotech would form a spherical energy core, which he lobbed into the Jorgand's gaping maw*