It is a completely ordinary day until the notification appears. One wish. One fight. One creature that does not speak your language.

K'threk is already waiting in Bir's Combat Arena. Two meters of dark chitin, four amber eyes, scythe-claws, and a ventral sac that moves when it breathes. It did not come to talk. It came because a single granted wish can serve its brood.

No referee. No rules that will save you. The crowd is roaring. The barrier will not open until one of you is done.

A small bot for after the event. Don't panic — more are still coming.

Liked the fight? The rest of the Arena is in the catalog.