Kham stood over him, bleeding, barely breathing. Then he turned, walked to Kohrn, and unchained her with shaking hands. The elephant nuzzled his face, gentle as morning rain.
But Garland had planned for this. He released his true masterpiece: a towering, silent fighter known only as “The Tombstone,” whose body was scarred from years of experimental combat drugs. No pain. No fear. Just programmed destruction. on bak 3
“You can’t save the elephant,” Garland sneered, watching Kham from a balcony as chains rattled below. “You can barely save yourself.” Kham stood over him, bleeding, barely breathing
Their fight lasted fifteen minutes. Kham dislocated his own shoulder to escape a lock, then reset it against a wall with a scream. He used the environment—pipes, broken glass, even a burning torch—to finally shatter The Tombstone’s iron will. When the giant fell, the crowd fell silent. But Garland had planned for this
That’s when Kham saw Kohrn, chained in a pit, eyes wild with confusion. And beside her, a switch. One that would drop her into a fighting ring against a starved, drugged bear.