Ned chose the 700 points.
Blood painted the ground, the firepit crackles of fire as Minron stood next to it, overlooking the female mage where her leg was cut to half. But she was alive. And Tiathe kept her promise. But Ned wondered for how long.
Ned stepped inside the arena. Arena made of wet ground, some rocks, twigs, and sticks, surrounded by the cheers from the Kruka-toas.
Ned raised his sword hand and pointed at the female mage on the ground.
Tiathe gestured for the beasts to clear the field with the female image and cleared they did as they pulled the female mage under her arm and tossed her back in the middle cage.
