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After working his way past two werewolves, Ragnar was more than confident in his ability to take down a scrawny human. He had, after all, been in countless wars with humans. He had fought throw waves and waves of them. At the same time, humans had killed him at one point. Well, almost killed him. If he hadn’t fled to the Hellscape he would have died. Still, one human against a demon such as himself. He hardly saw this as a challenge. Perhaps that would be his undoing but if that were the case, so be it. Valhalla had waited for him long enough.
Rolling his neck from one side to the other, Ragnar looked across the arena at the little human across from him. Did he have any idea that he’d just been dropped into the lions den? Was he aware that should Ragnar fall he would be taking this man with him? A grin crept across his face as the roar of the crowd filled his ears. That was a sound he could get used to.
“Would you like to give in now?” He asked. “Save yourself some trouble? Or shall I beat you into submission?”
