"Our next fighter in the ring... MORGANOTH! THE HEART-EATER, THE SOUL-DEVOURER! HE OF A THOUSAND HEADS!!"

Smoke poured out the doors, thick and black, filling the floor of the arena and obscuring the entrance. Six eyes opened as a rumble spilled forth, deep and loud like grinding rocks. More eyes opened until there had to be too many for a single gembound, but more kept coming.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Flames poured out from the tunnel as the monster finally emerged, one head leading the way and others rising from the ashy cloud, snapping and snarling at each other and at the crowd all around. Two massive leathery wings opened, a pair of stabilizing fins along their tail snapping outwards too, and then they took flight.

With a mighty roar they soared around the arena, casting a dark shadow above all who watched as they flew up and hovered, their three tails hanging down beneath them.

"I AM MORGANOTH!", they said, each head crying the words out as loud as they could, "WHOEVER DARES TO FIGHT ME WILL FEEL MY WRATH AND DESPAIR! THEIR SCREAMS WILL ECHO ACROSS ORION!"

Morganoth landed with a boom, the smoke billowing out in their wake as they drew themselves up and flared their wings out towards where their enemy would emerge. Their heads were close together, their crowns of beautiful horns and antlers like a forest above them, all eyes directed to the doorway with matching, horrific grins on their faces.

"Look upon me, fool, and see your inevitable doom," their center head spoke, before they tipped their heads back and let out a choir of bellowing roars, their jaws snapping out of their mouths and showing off rows of wickedly sharp teeth as their sickle claws scraped against the floor of the forum.

Finally they lowered their heads, setting their sights on whatever foolish mortal would decide to face them next.

Morganoth merely blinked at Sabor's entrance, their heads slowly turning down until they were facing the tiger, a bit... surprised at how small their adversary was.

"Oh, hello," they said, their voice very soft as they spoke down to the other, "I will do my best to... make it one for the 'history' books."

They hesitated for a moment, wondering if they just... went for it. They did, right? Well, alright. Briefly they looked over to where Nemean was shouting, and then back down at Sabor.

"Before we begin, please know that this is nothing personal," they said, and then reared their heads back, each letting out a high-pitched shriek.

Morganoth reared and slammed their feet down, using the momentum of gravity to fling their heads forward towards the tiger, each maw gaping wide with jaws and teeth exposed, ready to clamp down and bite as hard as they could. Morganoth was big and had a ton of teeth on top of that, so it would be a miracle if Sabor were to even get a hit on them that mattered.

"Give up," one head said, very unenthusiastically, "You are doomed to fail."

Blood splattered and the head that had been clawed veered away with a pained shriek. Having dozens of eyes and extra heads certainly helped, though, because one head missing didn't really matter when they had five more to back them up.

Another head snapped forward to close around one of Sabor's limbs. If there was no resistance, they would clench their jaw, aiming to break bones with their bite.

"You will regret that," they said, eyes narrowing as blood dripped down one head, "Scars indeed."

At least the audience would get the blood bath they wanted. Already the sand beneath them was stained crimson, though it wasn't much of a difference from all the red and other various colors staining the floor of the arena from previously fought battles. Theirs would only be a drop in the ocean.

Morganoth just barely managed to deflect the kicks, using the horns on one head to shove the other's feet away. Scratches were left all over them but it wasn't anything too bad.

"Apologies," said the head that reared back, a look of confusion on their face, "I thought you wanted scars and to put on a show for the audience. Would you like me to stop? If you forfeit now then we can end the fight and I shall be announced the winner."

Truly they didn't understand, as they were still technically a child, but they were trying their best to do what the other wanted. They still didn't want to lose, though, and held on even still, wanting to keep going even through the kicking.