Chapter 14: City of Knights (V)
CRASHHH!!!
The gates on the opposite side of the arena exploded open with a burst of dust and smoke.
A large figure stepped through, shirtless and covered in red war paint, his bulging muscles tense like coiled metal.
A massive two-handed axe rested lazily on his shoulder as he cracked his thick neck side to side.
Rufar the Red.
That name alone stirred a wave of excitement in the stands. The entire arena buzzed like a hive struck with fire.
Gray stared ahead, his expression was flat, though the twitch of his jaw betrayed his increasing annoyance.
’Of course, they’d throw a lunatic at me right after a warm-up match...’
Rufar stepped forward with heavy, almost joyful footsteps, grinning so wide his teeth showed through the red paint on his cheeks.
"Well well well..." he chuckled, his voice deep and coated in venomous glee. "They gave me a cute little worm to squish today, huh?!"
Of course, Gray didn’t respond... to be honest... he was a bit lazy to do that. It required a huge effort to do so, especially for such an ugly man.
However, his black eyes started tracking the man’s every movement like a hawk staring down a storm.