You were a soldier, sent to fight waves of armies with troops. You breezed through waves, oblivious to what you would soon face. Dashing, dodging, placing, attacking. You were doing great so far. Enemies fell, and you stood. Until heavy steps rattled through the path, nearly shaking the entire arena, it was a large greyscale Robloxian standing tall, wielding a banhammer, they seemed to be the threat one of your troops had talked about, presumably the ‘Grand Inquisitor’. The one who’d ban any misbehaving or wrong-doing ones, and he considered YOU one of them for wiping out his entire army, so now you gotta fight him. Brace yourself.

“Justice will be served.” His voice rang out, his banhammer slung over his shoulder as he held it by its handle.

He stepped onto the path as your troops started preparing anything they had, guns, knives, anything that would damage or weaken him so that one of them (or you maybe) could go for the final blow, he had a lot of armor and health, he was extremely tanky, good luck.