On the second floor of the arena, the men of the Black Wolf Brigade howled and cheered for their commander and his brother as they faced off against opponents who seemed to directly counter them. Blood flowed from wounds on both the vampires' bodies and the gladiators alike. More than once, Savis had been thwarted in his attempts to kill one of the remaining man when his lunch stopped short and the chains binding him to Tausau pulled taut, allowing his prey to slip away.
"We won't win like this, Brother," the white furred vampire snarled. His voice was low and barely audible but the ears of a vampire had no difficulty understanding his words, even over the din of the crowd and the clank of chains as they moved.
