Kofod wrote:
Day 8 of the Drekkal’Zuun
The arena is silent. No wind. No sky. Only dust - and the end.
Toraix finds Suchomimos near the center of the arena. There are no weapons. No words.
Both charge towards each other. The fight doesn't last long, fists are being thrown, dirt whirl around them - They are in pure fury. Both land blows, both bleed. But Suchomimus doesn't let go of Toraix, hands tighten.
It isn't long before Toraix falls to the ground.
It's over, Suchomimus' breath is heavy, Toraix doesn't breath at all. Suchomimus has won.
The arena is silent. No wind. No sky. Only dust - and the end.
Toraix finds Suchomimos near the center of the arena. There are no weapons. No words.
Both charge towards each other. The fight doesn't last long, fists are being thrown, dirt whirl around them - They are in pure fury. Both land blows, both bleed. But Suchomimus doesn't let go of Toraix, hands tighten.
It isn't long before Toraix falls to the ground.
It's over, Suchomimus' breath is heavy, Toraix doesn't breath at all. Suchomimus has won.