The housemates looked at each other; stumped. Wrath was so baffled by the statement that she could barely process a word to utter. Lust's shoulders loosened as the congregation of spectators chattered among themselves. It seemed like they were both terrified and intrigued at the same time by War's proposal. Most of them were cheering for the muscular man.
*DING* *DING* *DING* *DING*
The gates of the train rail opened as the last cart passed by the path. An idea sparked in Wrath's head.
"How about this. Let's have a street fight. No shirts, no weapons. Fight ends when the gate closes," she prompted.
Murmurs of agreement soared in the background. Famine's eyebrows drooped in distress as she saw a familiar smug expression on her brother's face.
"I like that idea. But, better yet, let's fight on the train tracks," War grinned and barred his teeth.
