Bab 105: Monke and Battle Royales (16)

"That's one down…" I said aloud as I quickly retracted my Monke Staff after I knocked a goblin Dungeon Master unconscious with a quick smack to the face. "Dozens more to go…"

I winced as I saw some of the Dungeon Masters battling it out, most of the cannon fodder already kicked out of the event within seconds of the clash. Most of the disqualified Dungeon Masters were low-level species, such as goblins, kobolds, some orcs, and trolls.

From an average human standpoint, those species sound terrifying, but for my current allies?

"Ha! I've been bawred fawr quite a wile. It's been ages since I 'ad a good scrap!" Arekhus bellowed as he swung the backside of his axe towards a poor orc, causing the orc to be sent flying and promptly turned into particles of light, before vanishing, disqualified from the event, as well as sporting a good few broken bones and bruises, which should be fixed up by the medical team, if the Gods are to be believed.