((Open Challenge. Bring it suckas.))

How he missed it.

Knuckles cracked against the chin of the war criminal and sent his body back a few steps. The shouts of the Aleraran elites echoed from the balconies above. Bottles and other sorts of various trash crashed into the steel links of the dome that surrounded him. The smell of perfume and lilacs overhead meshed oddly with the used cigarette butts and half-drank mead at his feet.

How long ago did the council send him down here to this arena? Days? Weeks? He could not even remember. This ‘sentence’ seemed like more of a reward than punishment for someone like Zack Blaze. The warrior reveled in the idea of an eternal fight until his eventual death. His knuckles were calloused and bruised from all the blows delivered, his hair mangy and damaged, it was as if the boiling brawler were a completely different person.

The warrior responded to his foe with a quick fist to his foe’s gut. The other fighter fell to the floor while the contents of his stomach found rest on the sawdust filled floor. The crowd above cheered as the current champion and prisoner fell to the ground. His breaths grew heavy and short while the elitists cheered for Zack once again.

“…--the next opponent for our champion has arrived!” the voice of the announcer blared over several speakers lined throughout the area. Zack sighed as he struggled to open his eyes. Whoever the next person was, he hoped he could recover just a bit before he once again found his fists into someone else’s untainted features.