There was more of the same carnage except this round seemed more volatile than the last.
The men who came out the next round were larger with more defined muscles. The fights were more bloody and, not only did the opponents of the winners die, but their bodies were badly destroyed by the end of each battle. Any mistake meant a painful demise.
Vince Morelli who was known for his foul moods was a kid in a candy store at the sight of such violence.
The moment a victor stood with his shoulders heaving and his bloody fists in the air, Vince stood up and turned to one of his men.
"Take us below," he said. "He needs to see this."
Luca's only choice was to continue forward. He was certain his father could tell that he wasn't the same person as before. Did he enjoy this sort of thing or was the horror at the sight of such unnecessary death how he always felt?
