Fracture my spine
As the brawl started below, high above in the stands a monster hovered amongst the onlookers. Though the meat which composed it was fashioned to a more insectile shape, the relation to the current combatants could not be mistaken, and Karambit's own exuberance reinforced it. Oblivious to those that might be nearby, sickle claws slashed through the air, a tentacled and toothed tail swaying side to side with every movement. Buzzes emanated from its vibrating body, barely piercing through the overwhelming pound of metal music and the roar of the crowd, but nevertheless announcing its presence to those who might recognize the sound.
This was the monster's usual disposition, loud and full of good cheer. However, when it'd first seen its sibling emerge into the arena, Karambit had fallen into a rare silence. Numerous multicolored eyes had stared, dumbfounded, at the scenario they witnessed.
"Crrrreeeeeooo?" it'd whined, antennae shaking with the intense effort of thought.
Grown beside it and Terror, Karambit was accustomed to dear Creo's quirks: the hesitancy to harm and the reluctance to hunt. The behavior might have been rude—what sort of polite interaction, after all, lacked tender welts and oozing scrapes?—but it was family, so the meat creature's attitude was humored much as the insect's projects were likewise. For it to be involved in a deathmatch, an error must've been made.
Had it simply blundered into this while exploring the structure? Or had it been coerced?
Maybe there'd been an unexpected change of opinion, something that'd prompted experimenting with the carnage the rest of them enjoyed. If so, as sudden of a thing as it was, support would come readily; two family members to root on were better than one, regardless of the strangeness of the circumstances. It cherished them both too much to not.
And when a stench far greater than its own permeated the arena, that's exactly what it began to do. Because where others might behold a repulsive being, a malformed disaster of moistened flesh, it saw the parent it'd hugged and nibbled on long ago meeting one of its children. Excitement resumed. Shrieks, a mixture of articulate and inarticulate, tore from mandibles.
"Fluuvvvvvvvveeeeee!" cried Karambit. "Goooood, Crrrreeooo!"
Truly its sibling was the cleverest of them all. It'd found Effluvium and arranged a reunion. Of course! How thoughtful!
And swear that you're mine