This was sickening. Mutants, forced to fight in cages. Azazel wouldn’t stand for it. He wasn’t getting paid for this job, but he wouldn’t let this kind of despicable exploitation go on in his world. His appearance changed as he headed for the doors, red skin fading to tanned brown; pointed ears shrinking to a normal, rounded shape; tail disappearing to tuck itself beneath his sport coat and dress shirt. He looked normal enough, but he was anything but.
Upon his entry, the first thing he did was locate the source of electricity for the cage and turn it off. The second thing he did was fight. From under his sport coat, he produced two swords from their sheaths, then went to work. This homo sapien scum wouldn’t live to start another one of these fighting rings. The human facade dropped, and there he was, the Grim Reaper for these poor souls.
Turning to the freed mutant, he called, “Fight! Do not leave them to do to others what they did to you!”
@ashesofdeath
