BEHOLD THE SUBLIME MIGHT OF THE DEVILISH FIEND OF EARTH AND COWER IN DESPAIR, FOOLISH MORTALS! Finally! Milon has defeated someone in the arena and earned the respect he deserves! And now it's too late for anyone to stop him, whether it be a fishman or a human. Sure, hitting your opponents with two axes to the face per round really hard may be one way to get ahead in life, but it's hard - nay, IMPOSSIBLE! to argue with the infinite might and wisdom of the Fiend of Earth! Because he's not listening to anything but the sweet siren call of the Godlike division, in which he will soon enough take his rightful place!