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"This key will give you access to the weapons locker. Choose any weapon you like. You wait for the buzzer. You WAIT. You move before the buzzer, and you will be shot... with flamethrower!" the detestable, baby-faced guard said, in Russian. He chuckled, amused by the twist he had added, since he knew as well as Sasha did that her strong skin was deterrent to regular bullets, but certainly not to fire. "Understood?"
The flowerlike flaps of Sasha's face twitched, and she gave a small nod. "Yes..."
The guard whom she wished dearly to lunge at and rip to pieces dropped the key in the snow in front of her, then he and the other two guards with him strutted off to the arena exit.
"I'd wish you luck, small monster, but it won't help you!"
Sasha remained kneeling in the snow after the guard had left. She could see his numerous comrades all crowded around the top of the arena, looking down at her with the suspenseful fascination of a bunch of little boys who were watching a gruesome horror movie, knowing full well that their parents wouldn't approve of them doing so. No doubt, if Sasha misbehaved, any one of them could give her a taste of the flamethrower too. If Sasha had been just a human, there wouldn't be a need for flamethrowers, only regular guns. There would be other unlucky prisoners in the pit with her, too, expected to participate in the sick game that she was trapped in. As it was, Sasha was a demogorgon, same as the species that was being kept at the prison, that Sasha could hear roaring and warbling just behind two heavy doors to the arena. The Russian soldiers had wanted to spice up their entertainment- instead of just a bunch of weak, helpless humans being thrown in the arena against a beast that would kill them all easily, they had Sasha- another demogorgon to pit against their demogorgon. That should be a much more fascinating game, for the guards to watch, and for their terrible pet to play. Only Sasha was outclassed, just like the humans. Whereas most demogorgons, or at least the monster behind the doors, were around seven to eight feet tall, Sasha was only a little over six feet. She was strong and powerful, sure, she had the broad, muscular arms and chiseled abs to show it, but there was no doubt that Sasha couldn't hope to match her rival with brute force.
And then the siren rang out, splitting the crisp, frigid evening. The snow had stopped falling before the twisted gladiator event was to start, so at least the key hadn't been covered. Sasha snatched the key, and bolted over to the inventory, frantically unlocking it, her long fingers fumbling a second, and flinging open the doors. She swept a glance over the inventory. There were many spears and clubs, pickaxes, machetes, even a sword, and axes. Sasha paused a moment, and grabbed a hatchet. Like a club, the hatchet was heavy and packed force behind a swing, but it also had the sharp, cutting blade of a machete or knife. The cutting blade was critical, as mere blunt force would not be enough, especially against demogorgon skin. Sasha went for a hatchet rather than a full sized axe since she wanted something that she could manuever while in combat, maybe with one hand. She was familiar with hatchets too, as it was often her choice of weapon if she needed one, and she had some experience with them. She wildly grabbed a few other weapons- a spear, a bigger axe and a second hatchet, the sword, and threw them in the snow against the wall. If it came to it, Sasha wanted a backup choice of weapons, but she needed to be as unburdened as possible, as of now.
And then, she stood back against one of the farthest corners across the arena from those two metal doors, as there was still a bit of time before the demogorgon was released. When he was, she wanted to be as far away as possible.
The evening sky was turning a bright salmon pink, and the amber lights above the arena cast the shallow, powdery snow a yellowy color, while the halogen lights in the covered areas of the arena cast a cyan light. Sasha was shaking, feeling dismal, and panicky and weak with terror of what would likely be meeting her death. Russia was her home territory where she'd been born, yet she missed Hawkins, Indiana, and longed deeply to be back there now more than ever, with her friends, and the certain human who she loved.
Then a buzzer sounded from the doors, and the metal doors clanked open, revealing a pitch dark interior. The growling and squalling from inside had paused, as the demogorgon had realized that the big moment was here. Sasha white-knuckled the hilt of her weapon, her body tense now as she tried her best to summon her fighting spirit and chase off the panicky weakness, as she too realized the moment was here. Then the demogorgon flew out of the darkness of his abode with a howl, skinny and bony, yet agile and powerful as he bounded across the snowy arena.
He'd expected the usual crowd of human victims, but he paused in surprise as he realized that the crowd was non-existent, and the creature in the arena wasn't a human, but in fact one of his own species. Sasha faced him as he rounded on her, crouched on four legs and slinking toward her like a prowling tiger as he gave her a second look. Sasha had a flicker of hope at his pause- maybe he'd recognize her as one of him, and she'd escape with her life. But the demogorgon decided otherwise. Even if she wasn't inherently prey like a human was, she was competition in his territory. Plus he was extremely violent by nature and enjoyed killing, combined with boredom from being caged up all the time, and lacked Sasha's higher intelligence to think beyond his desire to attack and kill.
He flew at her with a shriek, and fortunately, Sasha had the agility and speed to leap out of range, but not before the brute slashed his claws down her chest and belly, provoking a squeal of pain from her. At the same time she swung the hatchet down on his arm, cutting a deep gash as she knocked it away. He shrieked and recoiled, as if surprised that she'd managed to hurt him. This gave her a little boost of confidence, helping to lift her crippling terror. He stood back, rising to his full height of eight feet, and roared, his petals flaring open and flinging spittle. Sasha had no use for stupid displays of who had the biggest petals or most fearsome roar, and darted at him, slashing his flank with her hatchet with the hopes of skipping out of range before he could react. Big mistake. Before she realized what was happening, she'd been flipped nearly ass over tea kettle and landed hard on her back, the hatchet shooting out of her hand. She'd been stunned by the hard landing, but before she could even move the demogorgon was upon her, wrapping his deadly petals around her head.
She was in decidedly the worst position she could ever be in right about then. The soldiers looking down on the arena knew it too, based on the way they all started yelling and yammering. Some of them were even cheering. "Yeah, you get that little demogorgon who's half your size and strength, rip her to pieces, champ!" Sasha thought with angry sarcasm for a split second, before the demogorgon began trying to fling his head back and forth, so he could use his numerous sharp teeth to rip up her petals up. She struggled wildly, prying at his petals and clawing them, but the demogorgon only grabbed her arms and held them down, continuing to shake his head like a dog with a rat, his tearing teeth filling her whole head with white hot pain. So, her next resort was to kick like a rabbit at his unguarded belly, violently scoring his flesh with the big, sharp talons of her feet. After a second of this, the demogorgon reeled back, shrieking. Despite his wild rage, he had the good sense to avoid getting disemboweled. As he released her, Sasha swiped at his open face, slashing across his inner maw with her claws, and then giving him another deep scratch on the arm as he swiped at her to retaliate.
She retreated out of range, panting, shaking and bleeding. Her once beautiful petals were now a mess- they probably looked like Freddy Krueger had attacked an unfortunate cherry pie. She wondered if the human she loved would recognize her under all that mess, if she somehow got out alive. He'd definitely be horrified by the sight.
At that point, Sasha knew that she could, and had to fight like both a demogorgon and a human at the same time to beat her enemy. Sure, she was weaker and smaller, and didn't have the wild rage that the demogorgon did, but she had teeth, claws and tough skin just the same. She also had a weapon, and human intelligence, and it was easy to see that the demogorgon was quite stupid and dim. Despite her pain, bleeding, and fear, Sasha saw hope that she'd be able to win the fight to the death.
She waited for the demogorgon to charge her again, and she rushed at him with a roar, at the last second dipping low under his swiping claws and laid open his right thigh with her hatchet. As he stumbled with a squeal, Sasha swung around and brought her hatchet into shoulder too. His scream of pain practically shook the snow from the roofs of the compound. The soldiers that were watching started "oohing" and yelling as she scored two hits in rapid succession. She was sure that everyone in the prison was hearing the hellish row, and that there were probably more soldiers on their way to come see what was going on in the arena.
The demogorgon swiped at her, and she managed to dodge, but when she tried to get a swift swipe at his throat, his petals flew open and he clamped down on her arm, his teeth sinking into her flesh as he yanked her off her feet and flung her. Sasha tumbled to the ground, but kept her grip on the hatchet, so when the demogorgon leaped at her, she was ready to swing it right into his bloody, slobbery maw. She missed his inner jaws, but her hit scored a deep gash, knocking a few of his sharp teeth out. He roared in pain and rage, and tried to snatch at her with his claws, but Sasha rolled aside, and lunged like a snake to sink her teeth into his shoulder. She was swung up in the air, and got her belly clawed in the process, but she landed on her feet, ready to face him. When he attacked, Sasha bounded away as if fleeing, but then leaped up the arena wall and bounced off it, flying over the demogorgon's head and scoring another hit with her hatchet on his face. She would've felt elated, except the beast swung around fast enough to knock the hatchet out of her hands, sending it flying across the arena. The demogorgon rushed her again, encouraged by her lack of a weapon. Sasha went low again, this time grabbing his legs in a tackle and sweeping him right into a face plant. While he was down, Sasha bolted away on all fours and grabbed her dropped hatchet, spinning around in time to see the demogorgon flying at her again. She lifted the hatchet back, preparing to swing it forward with a powerful blow.
The demogorgon howled as he leaped, his wicked claws outstretched, strands of blood that was both his and Sasha's flying from his teeth. Sasha swung, and duffed it. She'd waited too long, and her arm hit the demogorgon's outstretched petal, rather than her hatchet striking his face. She was slammed down on her back again. The demogorgon was either wary of having his belly gouged by her nasty hind claws again, or he wanted to play around with her because he picked her up by the leg, dangling her upside down. He lifted back his hand, preparing to swing it down, and probably rip her guts out. Or just maim her, and let her keep fighting in his twisted little game. Sasha felt a burst of rage stronger than she'd felt any other time during the battle. She was no chew-toy for some goddamn demogorgon to rip up for entertainment, and for sadistic humans to watch!
So she swung the axe up, right between the demogorgon's legs into his groin. In the process her body arched away from the nasty brute's grabbing hand, so he swiped her belly with his claws, but it could've been worse. The demogorgon didn't have his plumbing out in the open like a human, so Sasha didn't see what the damage was, but it hurt enough that he dropped her with sharp squeal. The men watching the fight started yelling again, either impressed or feeling secondhand pain.
"Take that, мудак!" Sasha snarled, as she flew up at her rival, slamming him back. She demogorgon screeched and stumbled, then Sasha pounced on him, throwing him on his back as she wrapped her petals around his head, as he'd done to her earlier. She didn't get much of a chance to whip her head around and give his head a proper mauling before he kicked his powerful feet into her belly and flung her ass over tea kettle off him. He grabbed her around the throat as he got up, swinging her through the air before throwing her with all his force against the upper lip over one of the sheltered areas in the arena. Sasha hit the wall with force that knocked a metal bar off the bottom of the lip. Sasha landed messily, and barely jumped to her feet before the demogorgon bounded across the arena, howling with rage and exiliration. At the last second, Sasha sidestepped him, and swung out her leg in front of her, sweeping the demogorgon's legs out from under him. He hit the ground awkwardly on his side, and Sasha was there instantly, bringing the hatchet down true on his throat. Blood flew from the wound, and the monster let out a gurgling scream, flipping around to face her, but that only gave her a cleaner shot at his throat. The demogorgon was as good as dead with her next strike that cleaved through his trachea and all the way through to his neck, yet with the last few seconds of life in his body, the demogorgon reached at her in an attempt to claw her, gushing blood into the snow and choking as he attempted a vicious snarl. Then he slumped into his circle of maroon snow.
The soldiers watching the battle had erupted in screaming, shouting, and a few cheered when Sasha struck the killing blow. Some of them got really wild, and started throwing things. Someone's hat, and a flask landed in the arena, and someone else discharged a gun into the twilight sky. Sasha paid attention to none of this. When the life had faded out of the defeated demogorgon, Sasha stood up tall and raised her hatchet high, the blood covering the weapon and her hand black against the purple sky. She tipped back her head, and her maimed petals flew open wide, as she let out a long, triumphant roar that sounded throuhout the compound, her breath misting in the cold air. When she'd finished roaring, Sasha lowered her hand. The adrenaline had rush died along with her enemy, and she could feel terrific pain from her wounds, and her side where she'd hit the lip of the arena. She began feeling light-headed, and dropped to her knees. The hatchet slipped out of her hand, and she slumped down in the snow.

Description
For anyone interested you can watch the speedpaint of the process here -> www.youtube.com/watch?v=LL4WVs…

"This key will give you access to the weapons locker. Choose any weapon you like. You wait for the buzzer. You WAIT. You move before the buzzer, and you will be shot... with flamethrower!" the detestable, baby-faced guard said, in Russian. He chuckled, amused by the twist he had added, since he knew as well as Sasha did that her strong skin was deterrent to regular bullets, but certainly not to fire. "Understood?"
The flowerlike flaps of Sasha's face twitched, and she gave a small nod. "Yes..."
The guard whom she wished dearly to lunge at and rip to pieces dropped the key in the snow in front of her, then he and the other two guards with him strutted off to the arena exit.
"I'd wish you luck, small monster, but it won't help you!"
Sasha remained kneeling in the snow after the guard had left. She could see his numerous comrades all crowded around the top of the arena, looking down at her with the suspenseful fascination of a bunch of little boys who were watching a gruesome horror movie, knowing full well that their parents wouldn't approve of them doing so. No doubt, if Sasha misbehaved, any one of them could give her a taste of the flamethrower too. If Sasha had been just a human, there wouldn't be a need for flamethrowers, only regular guns. There would be other unlucky prisoners in the pit with her, too, expected to participate in the sick game that she was trapped in. As it was, Sasha was a demogorgon, same as the species that was being kept at the prison, that Sasha could hear roaring and warbling just behind two heavy doors to the arena. The Russian soldiers had wanted to spice up their entertainment- instead of just a bunch of weak, helpless humans being thrown in the arena against a beast that would kill them all easily, they had Sasha- another demogorgon to pit against their demogorgon. That should be a much more fascinating game, for the guards to watch, and for their terrible pet to play. Only Sasha was outclassed, just like the humans. Whereas most demogorgons, or at least the monster behind the doors, were around seven to eight feet tall, Sasha was only a little over six feet. She was strong and powerful, sure, she had the broad, muscular arms and chiseled abs to show it, but there was no doubt that Sasha couldn't hope to match her rival with brute force.
And then the siren rang out, splitting the crisp, frigid evening. The snow had stopped falling before the twisted gladiator event was to start, so at least the key hadn't been covered. Sasha snatched the key, and bolted over to the inventory, frantically unlocking it, her long fingers fumbling a second, and flinging open the doors. She swept a glance over the inventory. There were many spears and clubs, pickaxes, machetes, even a sword, and axes. Sasha paused a moment, and grabbed a hatchet. Like a club, the hatchet was heavy and packed force behind a swing, but it also had the sharp, cutting blade of a machete or knife. The cutting blade was critical, as mere blunt force would not be enough, especially against demogorgon skin. Sasha went for a hatchet rather than a full sized axe since she wanted something that she could manuever while in combat, maybe with one hand. She was familiar with hatchets too, as it was often her choice of weapon if she needed one, and she had some experience with them. She wildly grabbed a few other weapons- a spear, a bigger axe and a second hatchet, the sword, and threw them in the snow against the wall. If it came to it, Sasha wanted a backup choice of weapons, but she needed to be as unburdened as possible, as of now.
And then, she stood back against one of the farthest corners across the arena from those two metal doors, as there was still a bit of time before the demogorgon was released. When he was, she wanted to be as far away as possible.
The evening sky was turning a bright salmon pink, and the amber lights above the arena cast the shallow, powdery snow a yellowy color, while the halogen lights in the covered areas of the arena cast a cyan light. Sasha was shaking, feeling dismal, and panicky and weak with terror of what would likely be meeting her death. Russia was her home territory where she'd been born, yet she missed Hawkins, Indiana, and longed deeply to be back there now more than ever, with her friends, and the certain human who she loved.
Then a buzzer sounded from the doors, and the metal doors clanked open, revealing a pitch dark interior. The growling and squalling from inside had paused, as the demogorgon had realized that the big moment was here. Sasha white-knuckled the hilt of her weapon, her body tense now as she tried her best to summon her fighting spirit and chase off the panicky weakness, as she too realized the moment was here. Then the demogorgon flew out of the darkness of his abode with a howl, skinny and bony, yet agile and powerful as he bounded across the snowy arena.
He'd expected the usual crowd of human victims, but he paused in surprise as he realized that the crowd was non-existent, and the creature in the arena wasn't a human, but in fact one of his own species. Sasha faced him as he rounded on her, crouched on four legs and slinking toward her like a prowling tiger as he gave her a second look. Sasha had a flicker of hope at his pause- maybe he'd recognize her as one of him, and she'd escape with her life. But the demogorgon decided otherwise. Even if she wasn't inherently prey like a human was, she was competition in his territory. Plus he was extremely violent by nature and enjoyed killing, combined with boredom from being caged up all the time, and lacked Sasha's higher intelligence to think beyond his desire to attack and kill.
He flew at her with a shriek, and fortunately, Sasha had the agility and speed to leap out of range, but not before the brute slashed his claws down her chest and belly, provoking a squeal of pain from her. At the same time she swung the hatchet down on his arm, cutting a deep gash as she knocked it away. He shrieked and recoiled, as if surprised that she'd managed to hurt him. This gave her a little boost of confidence, helping to lift her crippling terror. He stood back, rising to his full height of eight feet, and roared, his petals flaring open and flinging spittle. Sasha had no use for stupid displays of who had the biggest petals or most fearsome roar, and darted at him, slashing his flank with her hatchet with the hopes of skipping out of range before he could react. Big mistake. Before she realized what was happening, she'd been flipped nearly ass over tea kettle and landed hard on her back, the hatchet shooting out of her hand. She'd been stunned by the hard landing, but before she could even move the demogorgon was upon her, wrapping his deadly petals around her head.
She was in decidedly the worst position she could ever be in right about then. The soldiers looking down on the arena knew it too, based on the way they all started yelling and yammering. Some of them were even cheering. "Yeah, you get that little demogorgon who's half your size and strength, rip her to pieces, champ!" Sasha thought with angry sarcasm for a split second, before the demogorgon began trying to fling his head back and forth, so he could use his numerous sharp teeth to rip up her petals up. She struggled wildly, prying at his petals and clawing them, but the demogorgon only grabbed her arms and held them down, continuing to shake his head like a dog with a rat, his tearing teeth filling her whole head with white hot pain. So, her next resort was to kick like a rabbit at his unguarded belly, violently scoring his flesh with the big, sharp talons of her feet. After a second of this, the demogorgon reeled back, shrieking. Despite his wild rage, he had the good sense to avoid getting disemboweled. As he released her, Sasha swiped at his open face, slashing across his inner maw with her claws, and then giving him another deep scratch on the arm as he swiped at her to retaliate.
She retreated out of range, panting, shaking and bleeding. Her once beautiful petals were now a mess- they probably looked like Freddy Krueger had attacked an unfortunate cherry pie. She wondered if the human she loved would recognize her under all that mess, if she somehow got out alive. He'd definitely be horrified by the sight.
At that point, Sasha knew that she could, and had to fight like both a demogorgon and a human at the same time to beat her enemy. Sure, she was weaker and smaller, and didn't have the wild rage that the demogorgon did, but she had teeth, claws and tough skin just the same. She also had a weapon, and human intelligence, and it was easy to see that the demogorgon was quite stupid and dim. Despite her pain, bleeding, and fear, Sasha saw hope that she'd be able to win the fight to the death.
She waited for the demogorgon to charge her again, and she rushed at him with a roar, at the last second dipping low under his swiping claws and laid open his right thigh with her hatchet. As he stumbled with a squeal, Sasha swung around and brought her hatchet into shoulder too. His scream of pain practically shook the snow from the roofs of the compound. The soldiers that were watching started "oohing" and yelling as she scored two hits in rapid succession. She was sure that everyone in the prison was hearing the hellish row, and that there were probably more soldiers on their way to come see what was going on in the arena.
The demogorgon swiped at her, and she managed to dodge, but when she tried to get a swift swipe at his throat, his petals flew open and he clamped down on her arm, his teeth sinking into her flesh as he yanked her off her feet and flung her. Sasha tumbled to the ground, but kept her grip on the hatchet, so when the demogorgon leaped at her, she was ready to swing it right into his bloody, slobbery maw. She missed his inner jaws, but her hit scored a deep gash, knocking a few of his sharp teeth out. He roared in pain and rage, and tried to snatch at her with his claws, but Sasha rolled aside, and lunged like a snake to sink her teeth into his shoulder. She was swung up in the air, and got her belly clawed in the process, but she landed on her feet, ready to face him. When he attacked, Sasha bounded away as if fleeing, but then leaped up the arena wall and bounced off it, flying over the demogorgon's head and scoring another hit with her hatchet on his face. She would've felt elated, except the beast swung around fast enough to knock the hatchet out of her hands, sending it flying across the arena. The demogorgon rushed her again, encouraged by her lack of a weapon. Sasha went low again, this time grabbing his legs in a tackle and sweeping him right into a face plant. While he was down, Sasha bolted away on all fours and grabbed her dropped hatchet, spinning around in time to see the demogorgon flying at her again. She lifted the hatchet back, preparing to swing it forward with a powerful blow.
The demogorgon howled as he leaped, his wicked claws outstretched, strands of blood that was both his and Sasha's flying from his teeth. Sasha swung, and duffed it. She'd waited too long, and her arm hit the demogorgon's outstretched petal, rather than her hatchet striking his face. She was slammed down on her back again. The demogorgon was either wary of having his belly gouged by her nasty hind claws again, or he wanted to play around with her because he picked her up by the leg, dangling her upside down. He lifted back his hand, preparing to swing it down, and probably rip her guts out. Or just maim her, and let her keep fighting in his twisted little game. Sasha felt a burst of rage stronger than she'd felt any other time during the battle. She was no chew-toy for some goddamn demogorgon to rip up for entertainment, and for sadistic humans to watch!
So she swung the axe up, right between the demogorgon's legs into his groin. In the process her body arched away from the nasty brute's grabbing hand, so he swiped her belly with his claws, but it could've been worse. The demogorgon didn't have his plumbing out in the open like a human, so Sasha didn't see what the damage was, but it hurt enough that he dropped her with sharp squeal. The men watching the fight started yelling again, either impressed or feeling secondhand pain.
"Take that, мудак!" Sasha snarled, as she flew up at her rival, slamming him back. She demogorgon screeched and stumbled, then Sasha pounced on him, throwing him on his back as she wrapped her petals around his head, as he'd done to her earlier. She didn't get much of a chance to whip her head around and give his head a proper mauling before he kicked his powerful feet into her belly and flung her ass over tea kettle off him. He grabbed her around the throat as he got up, swinging her through the air before throwing her with all his force against the upper lip over one of the sheltered areas in the arena. Sasha hit the wall with force that knocked a metal bar off the bottom of the lip. Sasha landed messily, and barely jumped to her feet before the demogorgon bounded across the arena, howling with rage and exiliration. At the last second, Sasha sidestepped him, and swung out her leg in front of her, sweeping the demogorgon's legs out from under him. He hit the ground awkwardly on his side, and Sasha was there instantly, bringing the hatchet down true on his throat. Blood flew from the wound, and the monster let out a gurgling scream, flipping around to face her, but that only gave her a cleaner shot at his throat. The demogorgon was as good as dead with her next strike that cleaved through his trachea and all the way through to his neck, yet with the last few seconds of life in his body, the demogorgon reached at her in an attempt to claw her, gushing blood into the snow and choking as he attempted a vicious snarl. Then he slumped into his circle of maroon snow.
The soldiers watching the battle had erupted in screaming, shouting, and a few cheered when Sasha struck the killing blow. Some of them got really wild, and started throwing things. Someone's hat, and a flask landed in the arena, and someone else discharged a gun into the twilight sky. Sasha paid attention to none of this. When the life had faded out of the defeated demogorgon, Sasha stood up tall and raised her hatchet high, the blood covering the weapon and her hand black against the purple sky. She tipped back her head, and her maimed petals flew open wide, as she let out a long, triumphant roar that sounded throuhout the compound, her breath misting in the cold air. When she'd finished roaring, Sasha lowered her hand. The adrenaline had rush died along with her enemy, and she could feel terrific pain from her wounds, and her side where she'd hit the lip of the arena. She began feeling light-headed, and dropped to her knees. The hatchet slipped out of her hand, and she slumped down in the snow.