The spectators' cheers had barely settled from the previous match that had not taken place, killing the expectations with it, when Conor Fury and Donovan Young stepped into the fighting circle, reigniting the cheers once again.
The atmosphere changed immediately. Thousands of eyes turned toward them.
The moment Conor Fury stepped into the arena, he knew this was going to hurt.
Across from him stood Donovan Young.
The Drevlorn noble rolled his arm as an attendant handed him a heavy wooden mace.
The weapon looked almost perfect in his hands. His tall, lean-muscular build allowed him to swing it like a bat.
Donovan's two companions stood behind him, both of them elite fighters. Each one dangerous enough to challenge Conor alone.
Together, they made a terrifying team. Conor rested his wooden sword upon his shoulder and grinned.
"You know," he called out loudly, "I've finally figured out what's wrong with Drevlorn."
