Warning: gore

I was a prisoner in an Arena. My life revolved around fighting, I was one of the best. One day an inmate managed to break out of his cell and freed the rest of us.

As soon as I got out of my small featureless room I took part in the battle that was throwing the Arena upside-down, killing guards with the other fighters without holding back. With most of the guards dead, the former prisoners started running towards the big wooden door that was the exit, but I remained back; I had personal issues with the Guardian, the owner of that place. Blinded by vengeance and rage I ran through the Arena's large corridors, passing rows and rows of empty cells until I found him, then, without thinking twice, I stabbed him right through his chest with the two long claws I had in my arms.

I exited the Arena dragging the Guardian's corpse behind me. I stopped in front of all the fighters and held up my fist as they celebrated our victory.