Distractions

KEVIN

Nico was the one who used to be hanging around the basement and watching over the fights.

However, tonight, I joined him in the fray, needing some distraction. I can't remove Margaux inside my head. Neither can I stop thinking about Astherielle's confession.

Sweat stank in the atmosphere. The air-conditioning was not a viable option down here. Since it was more likely that we'd be trapping the smell of perspiration.

That would be a bad idea.

The small holes against the walls could do its thing.

I can't be bothered by such insignificant detail.

With a sigh, I tried to convince myself of that.

I should probably do something about the heat and the stench down here.

The gathered crowd cheered as a new set of fighters entered the arena.

One was a bulky guy. The veins in his muscles were visible. He flexed it, grunting with the effort and had the small crowd whistling and cheering.

His opponent was half his size.