Error of judgement

The writing prompt was about how you should never make assumptions about someone based on their size.

One thing I was always told when looking at dojos when I was younger, it is not the large muscle bound ones you have to be scared of, it is the small, wiry, unassuming practitioners who are right in there keeping up with and surpassing those large ones.

Kargore the Destroyer loved the cheers, screams and boos of the crowd as he walked out into the arena. He waved his heavily muscled arms, displayed his physique for all to admire, knowing soon he would put all his drug fueled muscles and some hidden cybernetics, to bad use in tearing apart his next competitor, nay victim.

This wasn’t a sports match, this was an arena of death and he had added to the total of deaths many times for the money but especially for the sheer joy of killing some poor hapless being who got thrown in.

The far door groaned open and a small, hooded figure came walking slowly out. They were nothing like Kargore, neither as tall, wide, muscle bound or arrogant. They simply walked out towards the middle of the arena and waited while the crowd kept cheering and started to call for the blood they were all here for.

Kargore sauntered out towards their next victim and he started to jeer at them. “Hey pipsqueak. How do you feel knowing you are going to be dead in a matter of minutes? I will enjoy ripping you limb from limb little one.”

The small figure slowly moved their hood off their head showing they were a human. When they removed their robe, Kargore saw they were a female human and his joy ratcheted higher because he knew they would scream loudly when he twisted their arms out of their sockets. He started to drool as he imagined what he would do to her soon.

As he flexed his arms ready for the gong, the crowd quieted down in anticipation. “BOOOOONNNNNGGGGG” it sounded and Kargore started to move but he felt a sudden pain in his left knee and he fell to the arena floor as agony shot up through his body.

He screamed and then again as pain blossomed in his other knee as he laid there on the sand and he tried to think about what had just happened.

Something grabbed his left arm in a grip of steel and then he was flipped over to his back and causing his injuries to shoot even more pain through his body and a third scream broke from his throat, quieting the crowd who had started to cheer.

As he looked around he noticed the small human female had his arm gripped in both her hands and as he watched, she did a movement with her arms and he felt his arm come out of it’s socket and fresh agony blossomed bringing forth a fourth scream of agony that brought the whole arena to a halt. Not a sound was heard but his gasps of agony as the human walked silently around to his other arm and made him scream again with her movements.

As Kargore laid on the hot sand, he looked up at the calm face of the person who just defeated him and sobbing asked “Why are you doing this?”

The human looked down at him and replied quietly “A year ago you had a human male brought to this arena and you tore his arms out of his sockets and then killed him slowly for the enjoyment of the crowd. He was my brother and was just a visitor to your world when your police picked him up and brought him here for his crime of walking on the street. I swore I would come here to meet you and deal out justice for his death and your cruelty and the corruption of your world.”