Nuntius Eshkeri gazed down below as his white gold fur blazed with brilliance.
He initiated the command to send the owner of the Mark of the Gladiator who had just won- Henry, back towards his Throne of Waiting as in his mind, he was communicating with someone else.
'How about we take things up a notch? We can't have the natives continue with an over inflated ego…assimilating them into the Commonwealth will be that much harder. For the next one, let's beat them to the point of death while sparing them at the end, okay?'
…!
He sent out such an intent privately as after he received a reply of affirmation, he smiled brightly as he amplified his voice across the Arena and bellowed out.
|By a stroke of fate, we have yet another match lined up back to back that has a native of this Omniverse! Will they continue their glorious streak and etch their names in the sands of this Arena?!|
…!
Brilliance flashed.
