KEVIN
Nico was the one who used to be hanging around the basement and watching over the fights.
However, tonight, I joined him in the fray, needing some distraction. I can't remove Margaux inside my head. Neither can I stop thinking about Astherielle's confession.
Sweat stank in the atmosphere. The air-conditioning was not a viable option down here. Since it was more likely that we'd be trapping the smell of perspiration.
That would be a bad idea.
The small holes against the walls could do its thing.
I can't be bothered by such insignificant detail.
With a sigh, I tried to convince myself of that.
I should probably do something about the heat and the stench down here.
The gathered crowd cheered as a new set of fighters entered the arena.
One was a bulky guy. The veins in his muscles were visible. He flexed it, grunting with the effort and had the small crowd whistling and cheering.
His opponent was half his size.
