The blaring sound of trumpets reverberated throughout the colossal arena, drowning the rowdy crowd's noise in anticipation of the impending entrance of the day's main contestants.
"ENTERING THE ARENA..." The voice trailed off as the gates on the right parted, revealing Wolf, his massive axe gripped firmly in hand. He exhaled calmly, stepping forward as the crowd erupted in cheers, chanting his name.
"... IS A DWARF OF UNPARALLELED STRENGTH! HIS AXE ALONE SPEAKS OF HIS LEGEND, WITNESS... WOLF! THE SLAYER OF LAKISHA, THE SHADOW MAN!"
"Wolf!"
"Wolf!"
"Wolf!"
Gazing up at the VIP boxes, Wolf spotted the count who had traded him to the overseer of the capital's gladiatorial games. A smirk curled across his lips as he watched the count perform a throat-slitting gesture with his thumb.
