Hus yellow silk garb was taken off along with his scythes and, his raptor was nowhere near him. "Fight, you lizard," a rock flew to his head. "I have a hundred pemphros betted on you."
"This is madness," he thought as he looked ahead, his claws sharp. His opponent stood in a stance against him, his eyes were bloodshot and his pointed ears sharp. He was made bare, like a common wolf. "A wolf-man," Thraos thought. "These humans, they are more beastly than us."
He remembered the Bedounin, people who sacrificed their own to a monster that they believe to be a deity. "Can't expect more from them," he looked at the squad above.
He was in a mud pit with the audience standing above. His feet were covered in dirt, with black scum sticking into his claws. Bones of the previous combatants; a skull of a large cat, a wolf-man, a bear, and bones and teeth scattered the corners of the pit. "Don't just stand there, kill each other," jeers came.
