Drak: That's enough, we don't want to damage this fine specimen, do we? Hhmm?
Karma: ( My amulet?!... )
Drak: Looking for this, Hmm?
Drak: Well now, if we let you transform back, we can't have any fun, can we, Hmm? Hmm?
Guard: MOVE IT, WENCH!
Karma: URGH!
Drak: We have a show to do, let's go!
At the arena...
FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!
Drak: My fellow low life scumbags, time to RUMBLE!
Guards roar!
Drak: Bring out the gladiators!
Guard: Put up a good show or you die.
Karma: ...
Karma: AGH!
Drak: Bring out the next one.
Karma: AYYYEEE!
Crowd: KILL! KILL! KILL!
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