[ COLOSSEUM ]
Claude clenched his teeth, pulling out his sword from his enemy's chest. Blood splashed on him and the already red ground, making no difference in the amount of blood that flooded the floor. Their enemies just keep on coming, exhausting all the warriors of the Colosseum. If not for Claude, the warriors would just fall after putting up a fight.
"These motherfuckers…" his voice shook, catching another undead from the corner of his eyes. "Shit!"
Claude breathed out as his eyes shone, turning his head to the undead that was about to smash another warrior that was carrying an injured comrade. Before the undead could reach the two, the hand of the pocket watch, Auron, hid under his clothes, moved back a few ticks.
The distance between the undead widened a little, and when the pocket watch started moving normally, Claude appeared right behind the undead. With one swift movement, he swung his sword, severing the undead's head.
