"This human is a convicted felon, and she has chosen not to play according to the rules of this match." The chubby guy yelled out in a rage, "She has to die in front of us!"
His second brother stood up and yelled, "Or worse, be returned to the dungeon where she belongs!"
These bloodthirsty gamblers wanted my death, but I wanted the worst for them, and heaven knew I wasn't going to let them leave the square without stabbing their asses.
"What business do the three fat imps have in the werewolf council?"
The crowd was quieted by Cedrick as he stood and thundered because the sound of his voice and the authority that it exuded.
"We are gamblers!" the third imp retorted as he stood to his feet and addressed the situation. "I had my money on the fat pig!"
