As Azrael peered into the room, his eyes were met with pure darkness. Slowly, he took a step inside, and his eyes began to adjust. As he took a few more steps, the doors behind him slammed shut of their own accord.

"Shit..." Thought Azrael, as all the torches blazed on in a circular pattern.

The room itself looked liked a coliseum. There were twenty four great marble pillars aligned in a giant circle. The pillars were all fitted at the top with a glowing red orb, for lighting purposes most likely. All around seats rose as if spectators would be watching an event. The only other doors in the room were a matching pair of giant iron doors on the other side of the stadium. The floor was an old type of sandstone, and intricately carved. As usual, multiple beasts adorned all the pillars.

"This looks promising..." Thought Azrael, as he wondered how he was going to be lacerated today.

As Azrael was lost in thought, he started hearing "poof" noises. As he looked around, all the spectator seats began to fill with extremely large men and women. The only problem was...they were ghosts...

"Oh Freya, please tell me I don't have to fight all those ghosts...Is it even possible to fight ghosts?" Pondered Azrael, as they began to chatter among themselves.

"Oh look...fresh meat."

"Do you think he can?"

"Surely he shall fall like the others."

"He looks weak."

"I DO NOT LOOK WEAK DAMN IT!" Screamed Azrael.

As he was yelling at the thousands of spectral spectators, the iron doors across from him began to slowly open.

"Ehh...Well...Maybe it's a door to door salesman." Hoped Azrael.

Through the doors walked a figure so large, he had to crouch through them. He must have been eight or nine feet tall. He was pure muscle, and dual wielded two handed axes. The only problem was...well...he was half lion. The figure had a great, brown mane, and tufts of hair on his hands and feet. His eyes were feline in nature, and of the most demonic red. He also had a set of wicked teeth that protruded from his mouth. As for his equipment, he wore a roman cuirass, and the matching leather skirt. He was a model gladiator, save for the hole in the back of the skirt to allow his tail freedom of movement.

"Mother of god." Muttered Azrael, as his life flashed before his eyes.

Then, from seemingly nowhere, he heard a voice.

"Ladies and Gentlemen! A special day in history is upon us once again! Today, we see if we have ourselves a man worthy of entry, or simply just another play toy for the guardian!" Stated the unknown voice.

"WHAT...Play toy? Entry to what? I...I love animals." Stammered Azrael.

The voice ignored him and went on, "Standing in the champion's corner, we have the guardian of trial, Ozmodeen! Standing in the corner of attempt, we have Azrael, the weak!"

"How do you know my name, damn it! I AM NOT WEAK YOU SUNNOVA..." Screamed Azrael.

Before he could finish, he heard, "Prove it - Begin!"

"WHAT?" Screamed Azrael, as Ozmodeen dashed forward like lightning.

Azrael frantically drew his blade, and saw Ozmodeen cross his axes. As he uncrossed them, a blade of red light in the shape of a long horizontal crescent shot forward.

"Ermagherd!" Screamed Azrael, as he ducked.

The blade made contact with one of the pillars behind Azrael and cleaved it into two perfect halves. As the pillar descended onto the ground, the crowd was in an uproar. The half-beast then roared, and Azrael was shaken. He had never been in a more depressing situation in his life.

Ozmodeen then dashed forward and swung his axes. Azrael barely blocked in time, but managed to at the last second. The sheer power overwhelmed him, and he was sent flying into another piller.

-400 HP

At the area of impact, the pillar was cracked. Azrael spit blood as he used his sword as support to stand up.

"What the hell! I lost almost one quarter of my hp just blocking!" Huffed Azrael.

Ozmodeen then rushed again, and Azrael yelled, "Stomp!"

The lion gave a toothy grin, as he was unaffected. What occurred then was a blur. The two crossed blades for at least fifteen minutes, and Azrael was getting the short end of the stick. He was sticking at 60% health, but things grew more grim the longer the battle raged.

Every attempt Azrael made to attack, the beast counter attacked while blocking with one of the two handed axes. Azrael, on the other hand, could hardly block the two gigantic axes in time at all.

"Damn it, Unicorn! Are you listening? This beast is too OP!!" Shouted Azrael, as he was reminding himself to file a letter of complaint.

He then distanced himself from Ozmodeen. The beast once again crossed his axes, and shot the wave. This time as it hit another pillar, Azrael was watching. He saw the beast cringe in pain momentarily as the second pillar collapsed.

"Ah...every boss has a catch, eh Unicorn?" Said Azrael, as he smiled wryly.

He spent the next half hour dodging, kiting, and getting the mighty foe to shoot towards pillars, until finally none remained. Azrael's health reached 35%. As the last pillar fell, a white light emanated from Ozmodeen, and then dissipated. It was then Azrael attacked.

He dashed as fast as he could at the beast, no longer caring for his own safety. As he drew near, he jumped in the air and tried something new.

He yelled, "Double Stomp!"

He smashed both his legs into the ground, which quaked. Even Ozmodeen was thrown off balance temporarily, and the stadium roared! Azrael did not waste this moment, and swung horizontally at the beast. It blocked with both its axes, and Azrael lifted Ozmodeen up by locking his sword under the two axes. He then swung the beast into the wall as hard as he could.

Critical!

Ozmodeen still held strong, so Azrael did it twice more.

Critical!

Critical!

Finally, the lion-man showed signs of fear, and roared in pain.

He then kicked Azrael with all his leg strength. Azrael flew backwards once more, but landed with minimal damage due to a well timed tumble. He was at 30%. Ozmodeen roared again in fury, and crossed and uncrossed his axes rapidly. The barrage of red energy waves were just barely dodged by Azrael, and managed to rip his clothes due to being so close. The final one he could not dodge, and attempted to block. He was blown back once more, and attempted to tumble to lessen the blow. With 15% health remaining, he knew that this would need to end quickly.

He dashed towards Ozmodeen once more, and lifted his leg to stomp. The beast readied itself for the quake.

It was a feint. Azrael performed a full 360* turn, and used his whole body to slam the beast with his sword. It roared as it was slammed into the wall again.

It was sitting on the ground against the wall, and before it could attempt to rise once more, Azrael ran over and did a spinning back kick. Right before his foot landed he yelled, "Stomp!"

Critical!

He had stomped the lion's head between his foot and the wall...It was a direct hit, and the tremendous force put an end to the fight in a messy manner...

Level Up!

Level Up!

"No loot? What a load of..." Screamed Azrael.

Before he could finish, the crowd went berserk. Cheers and clapping resounded throughout the coliseum.

"Amazing! The guardian has fallen! Brutality, honor, and courage! True virtues of a warrior! New champion, enter the guardian's doors and claim your trophy!"

Azrael scraped matter off of his boot...and then proceeded nonchalantly to the doors.

When he entered the room, the doors shut and the coliseum could no longer be heard. The room was a perfect square of blank white space. All that sat in the room was an old lectern with a thick, leather bound book on it. Azrael approached the book cautiously. As soon as he realized there were no traps, he walked up and read the cover. The book read "Rite of the Slayer." Azrael immediately opened it.

"O ye of mighty strength. One who hath passed our trial, and proven ye self worthy. This is the oath of old, the rite of the slayer. As ye hath triumphed over one of us, we shall offer ye the oath to become one of us. Imparted in this book is the knowledge needed to become an Oath-Bound Slayer. If ye accept, thou may never change your decision, as thou will become one bound by the oath as well. If ye accept, take this book, and with it, our knowledge."

*ting*

Hidden Class!If you accept it, you can use exclusive skills related to the nature of the class. If you wish to convert, take the book in front of you.

Caution: You may never change this class to a different one.

Azrael sat in thought for a while. After assuming he can just delete his avatar if anything ever goes sour, he picks up the book. He was then enveloped in light.

Gained Skill: Aura Blade

Gained Skill: Blade Wave

Gained Skill: Bloodthirst

"Check Skills: Aura Blade, Blade Wave, Bloodthirst." Stated Azrael excitedly.

Aura Blade - Beginner 1 - 0%Activated

Your blade glows red and deals increased damage.

Damage: +1 per 10 points of Fighting Spirit.

Ignores 25% defense.

Cost: 200 mana/s

Blade Wave - Beginner 1 - 0%Activated

You call upon your rage and launch a red wave of destruction

Deals damage equal to normal attack, plus a bonus based upon Fighting Spirit.

Cost: 500 mana

Bloodthirst - Beginner 1 - 0%Passive

As you fight, your rage grows and allows you to be faster, stronger, and more precise.

As you fight, a combo counter will appear in the top left of your vision.

+1% damage per consecutive hit in battle.

+1% attack speed per consecutive hit in battle.

+.5% chance of critical hits per consecutive hit in battle.

Must be equipping a 2H weapon.

Combo is cancelled if you block or parry. Dodging and tumbling does not cancel combo.

"Epiccccc, although I can't really use the active skills much yet...Pricey Pricey..." Exclaimed Azrael with joy.

"Stats!" Yelled Azrael, soon after.

NameAzraelPrimary ClassOath-Bound SlayerHealth2820Mana900Level30Health Regen/Sec3.2/sMana Regen/Sec1.0/sStrength98(+35)Agility79(+30)Wisdom25Intelligence25Stamina115Vitality81(+35)Attack75-79Defense5Endurance30Sustenance26Fighting Spirit60Magic ResistanceFire0%Water0%Earth4%Electric0%Dark0%+ 30 STR,AGI,VIT

+ Can earn permanent stat bonuses from defeating bosses, sub-bosses, and named monsters.

+ Enables you to learn secret skills from slaying boss monsters.

+ Can learn Blacksmithing and Tailoring to the level of master

+ Cannot learn any other craft skills at all.

+ Can not wear armor made of metal.

+ Can not equip anything other than a 2H weapon.

+ Elves shun you.Skill points left to distribute: 10

"Epic melee class obtained. Squishies beware." Laughed Azriel maniacally.

"Wow...There's a lot of downsides though...I'm going to be pretty squishy too...and I can never switch up my weapon for a defense build. Why do the elves hate me? What the hell..." Stated Azrael, slightly hurt.

Azrael then started heading back to town.