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/Crunk…/
/CHATTER!/
/Mumble…/
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Before a tall metal gate, Dale stood with his spear pushed against the ground.
Faint sunlight shone in between the holes of the gate, something he hadn't seen for what felt like an eternity…
On the other side of the iron bars, the cheers and hoorays of the audience echoed strongly, shaking his chest with their booming cries.
/Clang!/
The sound of metal rang in the arena; with it, life was snuffed from this mortal coil, and for a moment, it seemed that his eyes and those of the deceased met, only for them to grow dim and empty soon after.
In a battle between two ordinary warriors, a single injury meant death, either immediately or after as they perished in agony…
In a sense, in this bloody place, people devolved into animals, weighing down every action as they faced their opponents, deciding whether it was worth it to strike down or not.
