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Shouts fill the air as the gates of the old arena begin to open, one by one, the rusted chains creaking and clattering. Nobody seems to notice how truly unkempt and rickety the ancient structure is; they cannot see or hear anything above their own excitement. They bellow and applaud, the electricity of the eccentric spectators rising in waves as a vicious ocean. They are scarcely able to crash upon the shore before the next swells, each larger than the last. Men, both bent and bearded, and boyish and smooth skinned bellow at the top of their voices, as if their cries of bravado might turn the tide of the coming battle. Keeping in tempo and intensity are the voices of the fair-faced females, girls and women, whooping with equal interest. All it would take is a single glance to realize that the stories of the peaceful Ârl folk of the east could not be further from the truth. Though their exterior often appeared as gentle, their hearts beat as feral and bloodthirsty as the rest of the kingdoms of the continent, if not more so. In the end, each soul houses a hidden lust for violence. …show more content…

The left side of his face is completely covered in scars, to the point that pure bone can be seen on his cheeks. His lips turn downward in a deformed scowl. His hair stands out in all directions, as a wild bush, untouched by any razor or blade, and outward sign of the wolf that lies within. The hulking human takes one-step forward and once again, the crowd explodes. Têras is a legend in this part of the world, a common subject of many stories told to wide-eyed children before they drift off to sleep. The crowd screams and cheers, wondering who could possibly be behind the remaining three gates. With a living legend such as Têras walking out of only the first gate, they hold their breath, each spectator feasting his or her eyes hungrily, feeling each in his or her gut that the best may yet be to

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