The crowd was deafening, but they could not drown out the shearing metal clangs of the fights throughout the arena. Warriors scuffled all around, kicking up sand and yelling with exertion. Each pair had plenty of room, but the arena still felt crowded.
Szesh peered across the bloodstained sand. He was told that his opponent would be entering from the opposite side, and he was very difficult to miss. Dark wings stood out against the pale stone and sand, and his fine features were lined with equally dark hair and mighty white horns. Szesh had never seen such a man, and he had learned that the unique ones tended to be troublesome to put down.
As Arumi entered a battle stance, Szesh knew he had also been spotted. It wasn’t difficult, of course, blending in had never been a luxury for him. He stood tall on the sand, and his silver scales caught the sunlight, throwing it across the stands. He spun his spear in his his hand once, and then he too crouched a bit lower.
This was meant to be a spectacle, after all, so let’s give the crowd what they want. Szesh unfurled his wings, stretching them out to their full length. He inhaled deeply, and roared across the arena. A jet-black maw of obsidian daggers gnashed at his opponent, and he heard the bloodthirsty fans grow rowdier at his display.
It was pure pageantry, but a little intimidation never hurt (although Arumi did not seem the type to get rattled easily). Szesh brought his wings back and pushed forward off powerful legs. Sand flew back behind him as he rushed towards his foe, spear ready to pierce forwards as soon as he was in range.
Szesh peered across the bloodstained sand. He was told that his opponent would be entering from the opposite side, and he was very difficult to miss. Dark wings stood out against the pale stone and sand, and his fine features were lined with equally dark hair and mighty white horns. Szesh had never seen such a man, and he had learned that the unique ones tended to be troublesome to put down.
As Arumi entered a battle stance, Szesh knew he had also been spotted. It wasn’t difficult, of course, blending in had never been a luxury for him. He stood tall on the sand, and his silver scales caught the sunlight, throwing it across the stands. He spun his spear in his his hand once, and then he too crouched a bit lower.
This was meant to be a spectacle, after all, so let’s give the crowd what they want. Szesh unfurled his wings, stretching them out to their full length. He inhaled deeply, and roared across the arena. A jet-black maw of obsidian daggers gnashed at his opponent, and he heard the bloodthirsty fans grow rowdier at his display.
It was pure pageantry, but a little intimidation never hurt (although Arumi did not seem the type to get rattled easily). Szesh brought his wings back and pushed forward off powerful legs. Sand flew back behind him as he rushed towards his foe, spear ready to pierce forwards as soon as he was in range.