"Put him down Mo.." Komu his brother in arms whispered loudly with excitement. His whisper carried the will of all the entire young warriors as they were enraged at the ruthlessness at which the battle hardened scribes were wiping the floor with them.
However Moseti Kalibari did not hear the excited whispers nor did he see the head scribes eager looks up above the pavilion. As he stared down at his opponent with his spear in hand and nothing else, his own heart demons rose from deep inside him without warning.
Standing there in what was without a doubt his toughest challenge yet, his eyes blurred and his heart beat raced. His opponent morphed into a hideous familiar monster before him. Moseti cursed breathing deeply and closing his eyes at once, to clear his mind.
"Focus Moseti! Focus.." Moseti Kalibari steeled his heart which was beating erratically. He opened his eyes once more but the monster had not budged. It's face was blurry , it's eyes a blood thirsty red.