Elsewhere, chaos took a backseat to pure surreality.
A massive creature stepped across the field, a still-living horse slung over his shoulder. The horse was obviously unamused at this treatment, though did not struggle. Only a whinny of distaste every few moments. A group of humans greeted the creature, "Oh good! You got'er. Can't be-leeve all the work you do fer us."
Lifting the horse up, the gigantic creature placed it down in a closed-off pen. Finally speaking in a low, rumbling voice. "Ha... happeh tah 'elp. Mummuh wuz a friend o'... o' you." Struggling with the words, his canine mouth getting in the way. It made the words sound forced, and their speaker sound less than intelligent. A human hand rose, patting the beastman on his hip. "Yer a good man, Toma. Don't let any'un tell you aneh dif'rent." The human's way of speech seemed far more natural than the beastman's, allowing for his human lips.
Identified as Toma, the mass of beastman nodded with a happy smile. Hiding behind their mother, two children looked up at him in awe. Said mother spoke up, "You wanna join us fer dinnah, Toma? We 'ave enough to serve yeh." With a shake of his head, he replies, "N... Naw, sorreh. S'... still gotta work sum-more." Raising a hand to wave to the family of humans, the beastman strode back towards home.
It was an easy walk. A giant of a man, he stood over ten feet tall, covered in lean muscle and tan fur. Stripes adorned his fur, and the many scars of life were hidden well by aforementioned fur, save for the cut over the bridge of his nose. Stepping over the fence, he entered his own 'plot' of land - the farm next door. Without saying a word, the massive man smiled, balancing on the pads of his feet as he knelt down, picking the weeds out carefully.
Little thought passed through his head as he worked... blissfully happy at having a purpose in life... no longer forced to hurt other people. Unfortunately, his role in the world was going to change, just as the Chosen's life had taken a foul turn... he did not know it at the time, but his strength would be used against man once again. The 'Sanguine Slaughterer' needed no gladiator's ring to conquer.