Black eyes swept over the edge of the lighted arena. Twenty-two people were standing inside in all sorts of cloths. Some were trembling, some feigning courage, and then some, holding weapons with faces that have seen fights and wars. These different people from different walks of life now stand in a circle.
Four black shadows fell from the light above them. Long slender arms and legs, stretched faces and an overwhelming stench of decayed matter invaded their senses. Demons!
But those demons weren't as stealthy as the ones in battlefields. They seem weaker and slower. Yllana's black eyes met another brown pair. With a nod, they both dashed forward while grabbing their swords from their sides. Yllana lept in the air to reach the demon's flinging arms and slashed them. The man who was running with her slipped below the demon and cut its legs. When the demon howled, its face stretched to the floor.
