>>6028606>>6028621>>6028676>>6028677>>6028685>>6028692You decide to confront each prisoner individually in a relentless gauntlet. The prisoners were provided with any weapons or armor they requested, yet now, none seem eager to face you. The arena buzzes with tension, the crowd eagerly anticipating the carnage.
You stare them down calmly, "I killed Suial the Third, your so-called god-king! This is your chance to avenge your god! Come at me!" Eventually, the most fervent believer, the conspirator who spat at your feet during the interrogation, charges at you with an axe, shouting, "For the blood of Sumdaq-"
You sidestep his wild swing and with one clean stroke, sever his hand. The axe clatters to the scorched earth of the arena, his blood spurting in a crimson arc.
The assassin stares at his bloody stump, dumbfounded and silent. You give him a brief moment to comprehend his fate, and then with another swift swing, you decapitate him, his head rolling away.
The crowd erupts in a deafening roar, "Rex! Rex! Rex!" acknowledging you as their king in their native tongue.
Another prisoner, emboldened by a misguided sense of duty, steps forward with a spear. He thrusts at you with all his might, but you deflect the blow with your sword and riposte, slashing his thigh. He staggers, trying to stay upright as blood pours from his wound. You press the attack, knocking the spear aside and plunging your blade into his chest. He falls to the ground, gasping his final breaths.
Before you can catch your breath, another assailant lunges at you with a pair of daggers. He is quick, darting in and out with rapid strikes. But you focus, channeling your precision. You parry his next flurry of attacks, and with a powerful kick, send him sprawling. As he tries to rise, you drive your sword through his heart, ending his struggle.
The fourth prisoner, a burly man wielding a mace, advances cautiously. He swings the heavy weapon with deadly force, but you dance around his attacks, your agility proving superior to his brute strength. You exploit his overextension, stepping inside his guard and slashing across his midsection. He groans, dropping the mace as he clutches the bloody gut wound. With a final, decisive strike, you finish him off.
The arena is filled with the smell of blood and sweat, the crowd's chants growing louder and more frenzied with each death. "Rex! Rex! Rex!" they shout.
> You swiftly dispatch the remaining prisoners, each falling to your blade in rapid succession.> You toy with the prisoners, prolonging their suffering for the bloodthirsty crowd's enjoyment, like a cat toying with cornered mice.> You grant the prisoners a chance to fight back, only to crush their hopes with merciless precision. 