I thought it would be a lot harder than it was, trying to get through the crowd of gaping onlookers to the fight in the middle of them.
But because of Travis's size and sheer might, the crowds parted quickly, allowing me to get my first view of what was going on.
I never thought a fight would be a beautiful thing to watch, but this one was like nothing I had expected.
Raphael's pure white wolf was fluffed up, his hair standing on end as he walked around in a circle, his head low as he studied Bane's every move.
In contrast, Bane's wolf was so black that his fur seemed to suck in any light around it, leaving the two to look like a living yin and yang symbol.
Especially as they circled each other, looking for a weakness.
Bane, now long familiar with his loss of limb, didn't give anything away; his steps were just as sure and fluid as his son's.
