Tag: Fighting x 1

The walls were thin here, out in the middle of Durotar, and they smelled like rust and sweat. I wasn’t sure if the metal I was smelling was from the thin sheet-metal that they used for the walls of the temporary warehouse-arena, or from the blood that had probably wafted from the ring.

The crowd outside the small room I was in was like a dull thunder, something that reverberated hard off the walls. It was something I could feel in my bones. It was something primal, I think, something that played to the animal inside everyone. All of the chanting, all of the roaring, all of the percussion of stomping feet. There was something written inside us that responded to the violence of fanfare.

I tried to tune it out.

Artennis’s father...