"That was quite a blow," said the man in a green mask.
"A dog fight, always bliss to the eyes," the silver-masked man gave his opinion.
Thane and the rest were worried, Max's pulse rose as his brain raced. All of this happened because of his greed, he thought.
Thane, on the other hand, was inquisitive and thrilled. There was something within him that craved such blood-boiling battles.
John and Antonio had their eyes fixed on the screen, their gazes looked grave and perhaps pessimistic.
"I am itching to jump into the fight, how long has it been since I fought like that?" the silver masked guy mumbled.
"I can help you recall your last duel," said the only lass in the chamber, the lady in a blue mask.
She turned her head toward the silver mask and continued. "Should I?"
The man in the silver mask scoffed, as if he couldn't rebuke the girl.
"I shall take my revenge, the days are not far away anymore," he mumbled and gently touched his groin, his eyes turned ruddy as he did.
