Roanal hated the underground.
The dirty place full of drunks, cheats and idiots. He readjusted his unused mask and moth eaten coat. Though faces were covered in their own facades, suggestive eyes followed the man's strong figure as he made his way closer to the edge of the upper balcony. Stepping through yellow puddles that he prayed was ale, Roanal peered over the edge down to the ring.
The ring was rather large and sturdy for something made from The South. The raised platform had been nailed together with rotten wood and rusted nails and had somehow kept up under all the fighting happening upon it. Mottled with blood, the wood creaked and jostled. The wire that once circled the stage, had been long removed ever since spectators began loosing limbs when reaching towards the fighters.
Roanal shook his head, like he said, idiots.
Idiots or not thought, he was back. Again. Thinking back to a couple hours ago to his argument with Alaric he had clearly lost.
He groaned, almost craving a pint of ale, maybe even a quart. Surely he deserved that keeping up with his royal pain in the ass.
Though he had better things to do this rather early morning, such as sleep, Roanal watched on for the fight about to start.
The brawny champion stood in a beastly pose, knees bent and arms emphasising his popping veins and muscles as he let out a roar.
Surely he injected some elixir or consumed a capsule to become that… muscular.
Roanal mused.
Highly prohibited.
His sturdy black facade indicated he was not from the South when compared to the pieces of fabric the poor had to wear. Teeth had seemed to be carved into the lower part of the mask, paint white, whilst the whole mask seemed to glow a red aura from the blood that stained it.
Roanal reached out his core. Tsk. The enlarged man was boring. Nothing on him. However, there was something near him…
The next challenger jumped into the ring.
Now this might be something.
The person who just entered the ring was a southerner. That much was obvious. From the way he kept on his toes to the way his rags had been tied at his wrists, waist and ankles to avoid weakness and danger in a fight.
The boy was poor. The pillowcase mask attested to that.
It was rather dirty and Roanal wouldn't be surprised if the boy suffocated to death from the smell alone. He could smell the nasty thing from here.
Roanal's own mask was a blessed item and the only reason he had to live. Kidding of course, but also not. It was a navy blue mask with the flag of the kingdom encrusted diagonally across his eyes. He had made it himself, finding all the stones and crushed the paint necessary. To this day he still believed that his facade was quite a beauty, with the red, blue and gold looking absolutely delicious.
Roanal had to rip himself away from his own masked daydreams as the two competitors circled each other. The crowd cheered awaiting the beginning of the fight.
The gun sounded. (Yes a real gun, the idiots).
Pillowcase moved half a second after the shot was fired. The bigman's head was blown back half a second later.
Roaring in a rage, the man swung out violently, nose running with blood. The attacks were powerful and strong, quick as well. But pillowcase dodged every single punch thrown. He ducked and kicked the man in the back of the knee, wove his way under an arm to jab him in the side, even stomped on the man's foots for good measure.
The big guy was on the floor in an impressive six seconds. Roanals eyes glowed as he reached his core out for a second time.
The boy grabbed the temple on each side of the defeated man's face and shoved his knee between his nose and mouth, before the rest into the wooden ground.
Perhaps it was time for a replacement.
The boy raised his bloodied fists into the air in victory as the crowd screamed in adoration and insanity. For a young man from The South, the boy had quite a bit of muscle on his arms and calves, how Roanal had no idea. There was not enough food.
Eyes glowing continually, Roanal reached the boys core with his own, smirking at what he found there.
The boys head twitched. Slowly turning to face upwards towards the second balcony.
Then, Roanals glowing blue eyes met with glowing white ones.