The rays of the sun bathed the hollowed ground, baking the dust into a fine, choking powder. Trot'thar, his face a mask of sweat and barely-controlled fury, stumbled through another lap.
Behind him, Gur'kan, equally exhausted but no less belligerent, snarled a retort about the merits of drinking while eating delicious meat at the same time. Their argument, a repetitive and pointless clash of boasts and counter-boasts regarding the previous night's drinking contest, echoed across the arena.
Sakh'arran, the Horde Chief of the Yohan First Horde, watched with simmering displeasure from the elevated platform overlooking the hollowed ground. His face, usually impassive, was etched with lines of irritation. The spectacle was a blatant disregard for the discipline he demanded, especially from his War Chiefs.
