As expected, the lancer centaur rushed straight toward Vlad, Aware of his running speed, the engineer was waiting for a moment to dodge and fire back as intended. But suddenly the lancer pick up the pace and reached out Vlad before he could react.
"What the- GAHHRKKKH!!!" 
The spear tip sank just under Vlad's chest cavity. He dropped the gun, as a sharp pain jolted his entire body. Then he felt himself getting elevated above the ground. The centaur, greeted by cheers and applause, has raised his spear - and its victim along with it - and started galloping across the arena, outright demonstrating his dominance. Vlad could feel the steel getting deeper inside his flesh with each step. He instinctively grabbed the pommel and tried hard to detach himself. Much to his surprise, that wasn't as hard as he imagined for a split second. The moments later, he had been on the ground, crawling away from the centaur and squeezing the bleeding wound. 
The injury was indeed nasty, yet Vlad was still able to stand firm on his feet. As he stood up, he pulled out his own onyx spear from his back - not as impressive as centaur's one, yet deadly in its own way. The spear veins instantly dived under his skin, yet not so deep. Vlad hadn't noticed that, though - his senses were solely concentrated on two things - on a bloody hole in upper body and that quadrupedal son of a --
Sharp pain in the neck and the sensation of something heavy on the back. The engineer instinctively grabbed something (someone?) and shoved it over his head. But suddenly he had lost the grip, and all he could hear were flapping of wings and feminine giggle. He noticed a winged creature above him, then slid across the neck in the place that was strangely stinging. A smear of his own blood had been left on its palm. And then...
He was shaking. His heart throbbed faster. His entire psyche was filled with an uncontrollable rage.  He thrust his spear at the fury and shouted: "Is that the best you've got?! You backstabbing tw-". While he was spitting curses at the winged monster, he noticed the giant beast getting suspiciously close to Vlad. As it raised its massive palm above the ground, Vlad realized he should stop cussing for a moment and get his butt away from that stomp that was meant particularly for him.
And so he ran, struggling to maintain his breath. Each his step responded with pain under his chest, yet he kept moving until the quake behind him had knocked him down. The dragon's palm had landed just a few feet away from the engineer. The plan of making a meat pancake out of Vlad had been foiled, Gaia be praised. 
Vlad slowly got himself on his feet and looked around. Then he saw something... peculiar.
A person encased in black armor lied down before him. Among other similar bodies he instantly recognized Shadow Guard knight, the one that threatened him before, mocking him, towering above him. And yet... there she was, lying face down, with an arrow stuck in her chest, breathless. And there he was, severely wounded, psychically unstable, yet alive and breathing.
Vlad let out a hideous chuckle. Somehow, his twisted wish was granted, and he was the one who laughed in the end. 
"Too much of a spectacle for you, huh?" - he whispered. - "S-serves you right, b- *cough* *cough*"
Vlad's bragging had been abruptly interrupted by blood reaching out his throat. The wound was still reminding of itself. Leaving it without an instant treatment would be a grave mistake.
"Shhhhhhoot, that hurts." - he thought. - "I need to find someone who would fix that hole..."
A familiar roar and a clatter of hoofs rang out behind him.