In the heart of the chaotic coliseum, Lyon sat comfortably, watching as the bandit leader hovered in the air whilst eyes were on him. Lyon's wife sat beside him, her hand in his, her eyes locked on the threat.
"We finally meet!" said Drogan with his encompassing voice. All attention was garnered in this simple method. He summoned a greatsword with a flick of his finger and held it in one hand. His towering figure was not for show but his eyes lacked the confidence that Lyon had.
All three students looked up and saw Drogan had chosen his prey. Their teacher had been found in the midst of chaos.
"I never thought that I would have a fan of your size," answered Lyon.
"Sharp tongue," said Drogan before smirking, "Do you think you can save Refl?"
"Think?" Lyon spread his legs taking up spaces. He pulled back the hood and revealed his face. He leaned backward. "What makes you think that I'm here to save him?"
