|The Champion Gladiator|
|Starts as 2-star|
|Recommended for Story|
|Recommended for Duel|
|Recommended for PvP|
Let the Battle Begin!
Sargon pulled the maul from the second head of the ogre at his feet. A spurt of blood washed over his legs. He tore the dented horned helm from his head and looked around.
Broken shields and weapons lay scattered across the arena floor, their former owners close by. "Useless offal!" Sargon spat contemptuously.
The audience roared their approval, and Sargon shouldered his maul and went below, into his pen. He drew his dagger from his sheath and upon the opposite wall, scored another mark into the soft stone wall. "Ninety-nine. One more victory, and I shall be free." Sargon forcefully buried his dagger into the nearby wooden table. It quivered for a few moments and all was quiet.
It was simple, really. Cave in their skull, score another mark in the wall. Well, maybe it was a bit more involved; after all, Sargon had caved in two skulls of the same ogre in the last battle.
In any case, he stood on the precipice of becoming the first gladiator to win his freedom.
On the day of his decisive battle, the arena was packed. Spectators from all corners of Etryna came to see this great champion. Cries of "Sargon!" echoed deafeningly throughout the arena.
All of the excitement was directed at the three doors and the end opposite Sargon. What would come out of those gates? Would it have the face of a monster? Would it have a face at all? Soon Sargon would see what Bartus had in store for him. Would it be a dragon? A hydra? Bartus had a flair for the dramatic. Sargon sneered underneath the mask of his helmet.
Bartus stood upon the podium and signaled for silence. "Citizens of Haren Fort, guests from afar, welcome to the Death Ring!" Although he was not a large man, he had a booming voice. "For the first time in our arena's history, a gladiator stands eligible for the champion's challenge. I present to you, Sargon!"
The crowd roared in response to this. Bartus settled the crowd down once again. "Today, we have brought before him a worthy opponent. The champion from the Grassland of Pantos -- Gorestomp the Earthshaker!" At this, the iron gate slowly rose, and there stood before Sargon a massive rhinok armed with a double-headed battle axe.
"But wait," Bartus said, his voice rising above that of the audience. "It would not do for the event of the century to be so dull. Fortunately, more than one champion accepted our invitation. I present to you -- Reinhardt the Maned Crusader!" Another gate opened, revealing a leonine beastman clad in shining armor.
The audience boiled to a roiling frenzy. Bartus raised his hands in the air. "Liberty or death, only Sargon may decide. Let the battle...begin!" As the two beastman charged toward Sargon, he could not help the smile. For regardless of the outcome, at this very moment, he was free.
|Sargon enters a defensive stance, gaining a 320+40%*AP shield for 8s that blocks damage.|
|Sargon goads his enemies with his maul, dealing 120+30%*AP physical damage to enemies in a cone and taunting them for 2s.|
|Sargon spins and gradually gains bonus Movement Speed over 3s. While spinning, he deals 74+22%*AP physical damage and knocks back enemies that he comes into contact with and reflects damage from ranged attacks.|
|+6% damage vs. Harmony|
+6% damage vs. 3-star or less
-28% incoming damage while debuffed
|Ultimate Chaos Acolyte|
|+15% damage vs. Harmony|
+15% damage vs. 3-star or less
-70% incoming damage while debuffed
|The third hit of each basic attack combo has the following chance to knock the enemy into the air:|
|Hero||Effect (per Star)||Flavor Text|
|+2.4% Base Health||Loyal Ally|
Sargon has served his Mistress Viola for many years.
|+4% Base Attack Power|
+4% Base Spell Power
They came in like wrecking balls. Nobody ever hit so hard.
|+.9% Attack Reflection||Black Spell|
Charon's black spell releases the beast within Sargon.
|+.9% Spell Reflection||Crowd-pleaser|
The spectators go nuts for blood and death.