A fight was a beautiful thing, especially when it was a duel between two experienced fighters. How were they going to use their powers? How would they best their opponent?
This was the reason so many people loved to watch fights live. There was something magical about two figures fighting with whatever they had, trying their best to win.
At least that was what the public believed… until they witnessed how a true fight looked like. It wasn't beautiful. It was ungainly, ugly, scary.
"Tear him apart." Once Zaroth spoke the command, Silverfang dashed forward with the speed of an arrow. The other four wolves, not too far behind him, began to surround Radan. Zaroth was keeping in the back, waiting for an opportunity to strike.
Radan's face was completely covered by his helmet, so it was impossible to see the man's emotions.
But Zaroth didn't miss the way Radan's hand trembled for a bit.