The chanting seems to shake the roots of the arena as the announcers are sure to push the audience into a frenzy as the main matches are about to begin, no more one sided matches, it's time for one of the trained warriors to take center stage and fight against an equally fierce monster. Morloch's robotic eyes adjust to the darkness as he waits, his mind running calculations already as he scans and infects the machines around him, reaching out to touch a terminal as wires begin to uncoil from his "flesh" and invade it. This area's security is indeed impressive, already he finds it difficult to gain control of this place but it's only a matter of time. Perhaps he will have no need to use his powers here, after all he is going to fight a mere mortal, flesh will make her weak. He has no idea who he is fighting, much to his annoyance. He could atleast look up her data then, but it seems he will be walking into this blind as the gates begin to lift allowing light and shear noise to spill into the hallways.

Taking only a few moments to adjust to this fresh onrush of noise and light, he steps out into the arena as they announce his name. The cheering grows louder as the cameras spin around him, displaying a large image of Morloch upon one of the big screens. His name and stats are display beneath it, no losses, no victories. A fresh face in this odd mixture of races, nothing new. Slowly he stalks the edge of the ring, it's a decent size, with stone pillars standing upright in the center providing cover if needed or a good spot to gain the high ground. The ground seems to be coated with sand but Morloch can feel the hum of machines beneath it, after all the arenas are designed to shift and change depending on the match's setup. Something Morloch will be able to use to his advantage if the need calls for it. But first he must size up his opponent.

Sure enough across the other side he can see the doorway opening to allow his opponent to enter the room, clearly a crowd favorite by just how many she has drawn to watch her fight. She's either very good, or a really good fuck that they enjoy watching. Either way he will soon find his own answers.

Morloch was not the only one entering this fight blind. Iria's Mistress saw no need to inform her pet of any details in the match unless there were special rules involved. This being a standard one on one battle with weapons, the slave knew all she needed to know. Her goals were simple, put on a show and achieve victory. When Iria's name was announced, the crowds roared. The sounds pounded off the walls of the arena as many creatures were on their feet or equivalent. This was a particular gladiatrix that many loved or loved to hate. Her stats came up showing a currently perfect record against fellow female warriors but the truly amazing part of her stats were the two wins listed under monster opponents. She was currently two wins and two losses in monster battles which gave her a fifty fifty ratio that she may pull off another win and deny the crowds the rape and sex they wanted to see. But each victory only made the crowds desire her more and look forward to the next match that would take her down a notch or two.

The gates opened, revealing a tall six foot and one inch tall woman with black hair tied back behind her shoulders. Her body was toned with lean muscles and glistened like a goddess under the numerous lights of the arena. She wore a tight latex suit that left little the imagination and tall knee high boots. Each step caused her hips to sway from side to side while the suit ensured her gigantic double G's remained in check and remained out of the way. While the crowds were no doubt watching the depths of Iria's cleavage, more experienced fighters would take notice of the large warhammer resting over the woman's shoulders. The hammer was extremely heavy and it was amazing that Iria was able to wield such a weapon so easily. When she reached the center of the arena, she shrugged the weapon off her shoulders and lets the hammerhead slam into the ground. The dust it created along with the dent in the floor revealed just how threatening her weapon was.

The amazon posed for her fans and haters, giving them shots at every angle of her athletic and voluptuous form. But she did not mess around for long before gazing over at the tall suit of armor that was to be her opponent. She was going to enjoy smashing that armor into pieces. No matter the opponent, Iria was more than ready to show them the wrath of her might.

It seems Morloch won't be disappoint in coming here as his eyes fall upon his destined opponent. Her strong powerful and yet highly seductive form would catch the eye of any sane male and seems to have captured the attention of the crowds and even more so the cameras getting eagle eye views of her cleavage and even inch of her perfect form. Almost as if she was created for this, she seems perfect.

Perhaps some monsters would be cocky and announce their intentions for this attractive warrior before them, but for Morloch it's a simple cold stare. The robotic demon has much hidden beneath that armor she beholds. She may be able to smash it but so long as his core is intact he will be able to still controls the machines around him, infact smashing him to pieces might make it even harder for her to pin him down. But of course he doesn't expect her to get that far, after all he has transcended the need for flesh and bone unlike her. Cautiously he begins to circle the ring while keeping his eyes fixed upon her, unlike her, he carries no visible weapons but a punch from his armored fists is sure to wind her if nothing else. Better to let her think he is just a suit of armor for the moment and keep his trump card for later.

Suddenly he breaks into a run towards her, no longer bound to his throne, he quite enjoys being free to test his new body. The robotic limbs are powerful and allow him to quickly cover the distance between him and the gladiatrix hoping to force her into a direct confrontation. The hammer is large but it must need a large arc to truly use it effectively, by getting in close he will limit it's use and hopefully disarm her quickly. His movements and reflexes are beyond that of a normal human but this woman is clearly something special to have two wins already against his kin. Extending his hand, he aims for her throat trying to pin her against the gate she only just appeared from.

Her opponent seemed to be the strong silent type as no words were exchanged. If it were not for the glowing red eyes, Iria would have assumed this really was just a suit of armor. But any questions were immediately gone when the monster began to slowly circle. The heavy footsteps showed that this was indeed a heavy armored individual or perhaps a robot or cyborg. Iria readied her hammer behind her. This allowed her to easily swing it forward with some force and momentum behind it when the need arises. The amazon woman circled around the arena, keeping her eyes on her opponent as the match was underway.

The monster attacked first, showing that he was not just a lumbering hulk as he rushed for the gladiatrix at high speeds. The warrior woman showed no hesitation though as she rushed to meet the monster head on. With the differences in size and builds, one would think this woman was crazy or fearless. But fans of the amazon warrior knew that despite her lovely body, it held alot more power than it looked. Iria's eyes narrowed at the hand extending for her. The human woman showed off her speed and agility by ducking under the arm and dashing past the armored foe. She would twist her body as she did this, using her forward charge to add to the force of her hammer swing by and at the armored monster's midsection. Iria would keep moving forward, intent on putting all her strength into the swing to shatter that armor and get some distance away from the monster after the exchange.

One of the advantages of Morloch's mind is it's ability to react far quicker to a situation then it would have had he still been a demon, but even so he cannot hope to avoid such a blow without taking him damage in the process. At the last second, his hand changes it's target and grips one of the tight leather straps of her skimpy outfit while his other hand moves to protect his body. The blow hits and as expected, the armor is dented inwards as he is knocked away from her but not at a complete loss, as her own attack results in tearing her own clothing as the strap is torn free in the exchange much of the crowds clear pleasure. Truly Morloch wonders why they even send these women out in clothes, but he has more important things to worry about. The damage to his chest is surprising and instead of leaking blood, it seems only to cause some sparks to fly as his body twists before the dent plate of metal is discarded into the sand. The wires beneath coiling like snakes before settling once more.

That hammer is far more dangerous then he first thought, he needs to discard her and fast. Dropping into a crouch he springs forwards, using his bulk and weight to his advantage as he collides with her and hopefully knocks her to the sands. As he regains his footing he begins to search for her, with any luck she dropped that hammer or better yet, he can pin her while she is trying to get back up from the sudden hit.

The attack hit dead on, sending the monster off his feet and stumbling backwards a distance away. The crowd was cheering as this fight was just starting to heat up. A large dent was made in her opponents armor. The depth of the dent would have no doubt caused issues for any living inside but it was obvious by the sparks that she was dealing with a machine. The amazon did not escape unscathed though. The strap near her neck was torn away, causing one of her mountainous globes to bounce free. The audience was roaring with approval at the exchange. "Tch!" she brought a hand to cover her breast before realizing her mistake.

The machine recovered quickly and had launched itself right for Iria like a missile. The heavy armor slammed right into the woman, making her cry out in pain as she was forced backwards. With only one hand on her hammer, the hammerhead dragged along the ground to slow her backwards motion. But she took the blow head on and being hit by a massive suit of armor was not something that even she could shake off. The hammer helped keep her standing at least but her body swayed in a daze. The breath was knocked from her as she struggled to regain her composure. She grabbed her hammer with her other hand and tried to swing if her opponent attempted to press the assualt.

Finding his opponent momentarily stunned, Morloch presses the advantage as he closes the distance once more. It seems his calculations where correct in that her clothing will cause problems for her if he continues to damage it and leave it hanging off her while providing entertainment for the howling crowds above. Almost admirable, she is already quick to try and defend herself with another brutal spin of that hammer but this time it's Morloch who has the chance to react first. Raising his arm he blocks the hit by catching the hammer's handle mid-swing and stopping it atleast for the moment. Lashing out once more, his free hand strikes her with enough force to wind her yet again while he grips the front of her costume just above her stomach and yanks back sharply, tearing the fabric once more with ease, tearing a large section of her outfit free and tossing it to the sand.

Knowing now to get cocky, Morloch pushes her hammer to one side to hopefully throw her off balance even further and perhaps yank it from her fingertips while he backs off. But seeing her determination, he is sure she won't release that hammer until she is worn and bruised from the battle. After all it's her only chance of defeating him now that she knows just what he is. The sand beneath them hums louder as suddenly metallic rods seem to burst from the sands around the edges of the ring one by one. Once each has surfaced they suddenly activate as a blue forcefield soon coats the outside of the ring, adding to the danger of this battle. They will most likely only give her a mild shock and aim to arouse her body, while for him? It will most likely only give him a boost if he touches them.

Of course none of this was planned, Morloch is already shifting things towards his favor, this woman is skilled but now he is adding pressure, surely she will try to keep him in the center of the ring and ensure he doesn't get her close to the forcefields. Adding that on top of her ruined costume, he hopes it will make her sloppy.. or just pissed her off.

She could not build enough force behind her swing while she was still winded. The monster easily caught her weapon mid swing and sank his other metal fist right into her stomach. "Ooof!" The force of the blow made Iria keel over some, gasping for breath as the machine easily tearing off the middle of her costume and revealing both her giant breasts. Morloch was earning plenty of praise from the crowds as they watch this robotic being easily man handle the powerful amazon. To further insult the warrior woman, her opponent yanked her hammer to the side and caused her to stumble and fall to the ground.

As Iria panted and recovered, the arena suddenly hummed to life. Next thing she knew, a ring of metal rods suddenly burst around them. The two fighters found themselves enclosed in a smaller ring within the arena. The rods powered up, forming a forcefield around them. Iria never had to deal with something like this before but she could guess she did not want to collide with the energy fields. This would also limit how far she could be from her opponent, forcing a melee fight. Not that she minded it at all.

Gritting her teeth, the amazon stood back up. Her breasts glistened under the light, giving the crowds plenty of eye candy as she took the time to recover. Hammer at the ready, it looked like she had regained her composure and was ready for more. Being a gladiatrix, being stripped of her outfit was common enough that she could easily adapt.

It's almost surprising to see how quickly she regains her composure but it seems apparent she has been trained and her body prepared to that such punishment and much worse if needed. The battle is still anyone's guess who may win, that hammer of hers is the main concern and keeps Morloch at bay for now. As predicted she goes straight for close combat, eager to finish him off and to keep away from the fields. Morloch is clearly where he allows her to "corner" him, as soon he stands amidst the stone pillars located at the heart of the ring. The second she swings that hammer, he can simply just duck behind one for cover so it seems it will work to his advantage. The hammer may be powerful but it's a clumsy weapon that leaves her open with every swing.

The crowds don't seem too disappointed thus far, the sight of her large orbs swaying and moving with each step is enough to almost send them into a trance as they stare glued to their screens, while the lucky few close enough to the ring can't help but claw at the railings in a vain attempt to reach her almost. It seems these barriers are more for her protection then anything else. Morloch could try to bring those down and simply let them flood her, but that wouldn't be a true victory. Such a proud and powerful woman needed to be taught a lesson and Morloch wants her all to himself for the damage she has done already.

"What's wrong, perhaps having such a large chest is throwing you off balance with that hammer of yours. I don't even think you are a warrior, just another human they dressed up and threw into this ring because she has a large pair of breasts..."

The words escape him as he moves between the pillars, nothing like him to speak in such a tone let alone this manner but he knows to keep her off balance. Let her think he is just like the other monsters, that he is getting cocky and will make a mistake. He lunges forwards once more, this time a sloppy punch that would only graze her ribs even if it had hit, in truth he wants her to press the attack and swing that hammer. Hoping she won't pay attention to just how close together those pillars, with such a powerful swing they are sure to shatter, spreading dust.

Though a machine, her opponent still recognized the danger that was Iria's hammer. He kept close to the stone pillars to grant him some sort of cover from the woman's wide swings. She waited the monster out though as she could use the time to recover a bit more. Unlike herself, the machine had infinite stamina so it would only hurt her more if she rushed things. Unfortunately, things could not go well forever as the monster finally decided to speak. She was half hoping to go without the useless taunts for a battle.

"You were doing so well when you kept quiet," she replied, tightening her grip on her hammer. The machine lashed out at the amazon but the attack was off. Perhaps damage was done to his sensor or motor functions from the previous blow. Iria was very much aware of the pillars around her and was not too concerned. No matter what was in her way, she would smash everything before her hammer. But instead, she showed just what her so called clumsy weapon could do.

Iria sidestepped the punch and swung her hammer down low. Swinging low would prevent her from hitting the pillars and instead hook the heavy hammerhead around the machine's ankle. With a loud cry, she would use her impressive strength to swing the hammer upwards and take that one leg back and up behind her opponent. She would do this to sweep a leg and throw off the heavy monster's balance. As she lifted the hammer upwards, she would immediately twist her body around and lash out the heel of her boot to trip up the monster's other ankle. The force behind her kick would show that her might was not just in her hammer but the strength to wield it. Iria was hoping to topple the giant suit of armor to allow her an easier time to connect more heavy attacks.

It seems he's made the same mistake the other monsters had before him, underestimated her as he quickly finds himself upon the ground with her hammer coming down in an attempt to no doubt end this fight before it drags on any longer. Of course Morloch is no ordinary foe as he is forced to bring his true talents to bare. As her hammer comes down towards him, more of the metal rods burst from the sand around Morloch and suddenly activate catching her hammer just as it hits his chest. The force field lessens the blow somewhat but even as it struggles to hold back her hammer sending jolts of electricity into her weapon and into her body but not for long as the field suddenly seems to explode from the pressure. Knocking her back but at the same time dent Morloch's chest armor inwards but spares him from defeat if only for the moment.

Rising to his feet, Morloch looks around once more for his foe, having lost sight of her in the confusion. Perhaps she will think it was just a glitch in their system or they wanted to prolong the battle any longer. Now on his knees, Morloch places his hand against the sand at his feet as wires begin to uncoil and worm their way into the inner workings of this area, she has proven too dangerous to face head to head. Hopefully he can gain access to the arenas more advanced machines before she strikes again.

"Perhaps I underestimated you, but we are in my element now. Soon you will regret your actions."

Using her hammer with agility and grace certainly caught the monster off guard and sent him to the floor. Iria saw her chance and immediately brought her hammer up, over, and down infront of her, aiming right for the machine's armored torso. Even for a body shot, this would have definitely hindered the machine greatly if not disabled it. But suddenly, metal rods burst forth from the ground to shield the monster. They hummed to life as they radiated a field around him just as the hammer crashed right into it. Sparks and energy crackled and flew everywhere as Iria gritted her teeth and tried to force the hammer downwards through the defenses. Jolts of electricity shock her muscles and make her grit her teeth but the output was still low as she hit while it was still powering up. In an attempt to overcommit, the rods burnt out and burst out the excess energy in a large blast.

Iria cried out in shock and pain as she was sent flying backwards, landing on her rear as pieces of metal fell around her. Shaking the slight numbness from the shocks, the amazon was quick to get back onto her feet. Whatever those things were, they burnt out from her strength. This was still her advantage or so she thought. Seeing the monster no his knees, she rushed after him. She circled around to attack from behind, swinging her hammer right for the machine's back. The amazon had not noticed the wires going into the ground and attempting to sync with more machines in the arena.

The humming of the machines blocks out any sound in his mind as Morloch worms his way into the area's inner workings, soon hacking into the cameras that monitor the arena fight and quickly gaining an eagle eye view of her running towards him, the camera already zoomed on her chest as she charges. Of course he acts on impulse as he hacks into one of the remote cameras and steers it towards her, crashing into her chest just as she raises his hammer almost comically, the camera buried in her cleavage but the distraction is all he needs to divert the forcefields to move into her path, blocking her from reaching him as the field opens up between them both. It's still only charging up and not fully active, Morloch is unsure if she will risk charging through it and suffer what ill effects to land a finishing blow on him, or will she notice the strange occurrences and know this can't be just bad luck or the machinations of a perverted spectator in control of the area's gadgets.

Of couse the crowd are none the wiser, to them it's amusing and arousing to see her humiliated even slightly when she is normally so calm and collect, always serious and in control much like Morloch. But even he is now getting alittle desperate, he needs to keep her at bay just alittle longer.. Or push her to her body's limits after that first blast hit her.

The monster made no attempts to move or get up as the gladiatrix rushed behind him. Just before she could finish swinging her hammer, a large camera crashed right into her chest and sent her tumbling backwards. "Uhhnnn.." she groaned as she felt the machine humming between her breasts. Growling in annoyance she grabbed it in one hand and smashed it into the ground to end its flight permamently. The amazon got back onto her feet but already another forcefield had formed between her and her target. It was becoming obvious that this machine was doing something to the arena itself to keep her at bay. The question was would it be enough to stop the persistent woman?

With the rods being the main joints for the forcefields, she knew breaking one of them would severly weaken an area of the barrier and make it easier to break through. Iria rushed for one of the metal rods and sent her hammer smashing right into it, crashing against its forcefield and the actual metal rod itself. If this monster wanted to play games and use the arena's defenses against her, she will just smash through those defenses and before finishing it off for good.

Each rod she smashes sends a pulse back to him earning her a robotic growl from him. Much to his annoyance she seems to never give up or falter no matter what he throws at her, but it seems it is working. He moves what little force fields he can into her path to force her to continue to smash her way through atleast to buy more time. Meanwhile it seems he is not only changing the arena but he is tearing it apart, pieces of it being stripped off as it's fused to his robotic frame, forming a reinforced makeshift armor but more worryingly, it seems he has decided to adapt the force fields technology into a weapon, as he test fires it towards her. It seems to be built into his wrist, firing a sudden pulse like shot towards her. If it were to hit it would simply pass through her body without any harm done to her. But it would cause trouble for her body through other means, a mild shock to help make her limbs numb enough to make her sloppy or miss, too much and she might even throw her hammer mid-swing.

To make it worse, he seems to have found the robotic training dummy's who begin to emerge from beneath the sands from where they are stored, under the arena. They are simply things designed to help people like her trained against monsters, they appear like robotic skeletons as they walk towards her, arms out stretched as they try to grab at her body and drag her down to the ground. They lack even armor so one swing of her hammer will surely wreck destruction upon them. But it's keeping her in one place as Morloch adjusts his new toy and takes aim. Each second wasted, it seems he will only get stronger unless she can stop him in time.