"Come." His sword pointed right between Edmund's eyes, David beckoned at the werewolf with his other hand. It was time to end this battle.
Edmund's eyes flicked from David to the Golden Wolves, noticing the unsheathed weapons and shouting above. Something was going wrong, anxiety started to settle in Edmund's chest.
Up above, watching the chaos unfold, Gunther started to sweat. He'd suspected that something like this might happen, and anything that went wrong would be his responsibility.
The tiny man fell to his knees, clasping his hands tightly together, and started to whisper under his breath, in prayer.
Rumble
The air around Gunther shimmered, and the ground below the arena started to shake, a loud rumbling spreading from where he knelt.
The shaking intensified, sending those unprepared in the stands falling wildly around, crashing into each other and tripping down the seating.
