Cato kept his eyes on Raweg as Eithne made her way out of the arena. The burly man clenched his fists so tight, that his knuckles turned white.
“Let us get this over with then Roman,” Raweg sneered.
Cato prepared for him to charge but what happened took him completely by surprise. The giant of a man slumped down onto the ground and collapsed into a heap. Cato was too stunned to speak. He turned to where Flaithri and Arlan were standing and waved his arms around. What was going on?
“Never take your eyes off of your opponent!”
Skoll’s cry rung through Cato’s head. He turned to see Raweg standing back up. The veins in his body seemed to be moving under his skin and Cato could hear his joints dislocating. His face began to protrude more as a snout began to form. The sound of cracking bones filled the air.
“Cato!” Arlan called out. “You must transform before it’s too late!”