Einherjar Wannabe stood still and felt the grains of sand under his feet, savoring every moment in the palpable world like one would in a fictitious wonderland.
As a warrior, he yearned for only one thing: Battle.
As Mr. Wannabe strode across the threshold of the arena, a strong mixed feeling shot through his body. The sentiment belonged only to himself, since no one would be able to fathom the profoundness of this one single step to a ghost who had long parted his way from the tangible world.
With an unswerving conviction that glory and fame would return to him soon, Einherjar Wannabe continued his steps and strode into the battleground like an Einherjar.
Peter Lynn had already been waiting for his opponent. Many years ago, he might have enjoyed fighting in the PA system. But right then, he considered it no more than a child's play.
