The Geologist would do his normal routines. Getting groceries before heading in his small office that had a window that towered over the city that Ragnar lived in before she had passed.  Ostund was now a neon building society. He was unknown to many yet popular in secrecy. There Sam sat on his seat before opening the Book of Legends. Reading up to where he had come to a halt. He lit his cigarette while sipping his dark scotch in the pristine glass he used for his drinks.

Coming to her senses her blonde raggedy hair would flow in the heated winds mixed with dust. A set of hands would bring up to her feet. Ragnar then would see the severed heads of her parents. She tried to retaliate for a moment before the hands connected were her caretaker Hagan who kept her in place to not act out among the arena they sat upon. That very arena would be called:

Hagan would whisper to the woman who was desperately yearning to bury her parent's head.

Her tongue felt as it was stung with venom.. it felt so wrong to kneel and stand their ground to obey such a man. Logfur got where he wanted every race to be...

...The bottom of his foot.

King Logfur would remain silent while the stoned door behind him was open by two of his men. A Warrior wearing lower rags to cover his genitalia his upper body bare with scarring. His ruffled grey locks laid over those broad shoulders. His metal gauntlets stained with the blood of the fallen slaves he beat down just to stay up from being killed. His face was as masculine as ever with a stare of icy tinted hues that gazed at every single person of the slaves that were exposed to him like meat. He stood beside Logfur with a hint of disgust yet defeated to this so-called King.

Logfur began.

The Crowd of Full Bred Dragons who mimicked to look of a Humanoid stature. It was a disrespect to the Half-Breed beings who stood in this arena as well to the prisoners down below. 

The King himself would expose his wings while possessing the Silver Dragons Eye as a necklace. His wings expanded out at least a set of 35 feet to be exact. The crowd screamed with joy, some even blew flames out from their mouths. They wanted bloodshed while soon they will be some. Logfur's body levitated as his wings flapped. Moving to his throne above the arena.As he yelled.

Hagan and Ragnar watched as the flock around them either ran away or headed straight toward Uhn-Dahn. The large brute smashed his iron-covered fist slammed against the sandy terrain! It sends a series of cracks and large crevices that half of the slaves would seep through!! Yet to Ragnar and Hagans eyes they would see to that the ground beneath them would sink below leisurely. In Ragnars eyes she wanted to save the remaining slaves yet.. it was far too late. Hagan and she soon started to sprint forth. Jumping from large rubble made from their opponent, hearing screams and pleads of help amid the battle. It gave a turn to their stomachs though survival was the best option for now. The Half-Bred duo would meet the one called Uhn-Dahn. He gave a smile over his dry blood-covered face. The land they stood upon would be the only part of the arena that didn't seep to the ground. This is what he wanted. Them vs Him.

Ragnar stood in front of her caretaker.

Hagan opposed.

Ragnar retorted.

Ragnar would see a broadsword with a severed hand gripping the handle behind the large warrior. With no time her feet moved quickly. Hagan would fail to stop her. The Viking woman positioned herself to skid down bring herself to go between the legs of Uhn-Dahn. To Which her eye was on the prize until.

Her hair yanked before upwards until he released it to have her body drop. While falling her body spun around until leaving a roundhouse kick that met the right gauntlet of her foe. His eyes widened seeing his gauntlet crack from a mere kick?! She was no ordinary enemy as well an ordinary half-breed. The question was rushing in his head.

Ragnar put pressure on that very foot before leaving the gauntlet underneath it to shatter completely. The crowd became quiet from the sudden rush of the battle between a Half-Breed against Human. Logfur watches with such taste as if arousal overcame him watching Ragnar the sick bastard. Wanting, and waiting Uhn-Dahn gripped her leg before throwing her body straight to the ground !!!  The force made her yack out bits of blood and saliva from her mouth. Her vision began to blur for a moment until she looked upwards seeing the sword that was held by the severed hand. Her father's Frost Dragon's eye dangled from her horn. Flipping over her to her stomach she dragged herself while hearing the large footsteps behind her.

Uhn-Dahn Spoke with such venom that seeped out of his chapped dry lips.

His chilling voice trailed off before punching his remaining gauntlet into the ground! A series of spikes came forth directly to his target. Hagan remained still even if he wanted to protect her the fault of him saving Ragnar will bring her to look like a Dasmal in Distress. her father would not oppose saving her. He kept his stance while the ground shook! The Blonde Viking woman would grab the broadsword before turning around the spikes would penetrate the left side of her arm, the spike over it smashed into the Frost blue orb known as the Frost Dragons Eye! The two warriors' bodies illuminating a bright blue. King Logfur stood up from his throne only know this power...

Uhn-Dahn backed up from the woman whose body was being by frost. Puzzled as well shocked from the scene before him. All he could mutter was:

 Hagan would yell briefly for him and even the crowd around them to hear.