Pfft. Show-off.
Szereth slumped down in his seat next to Alevos, and emitted something between a grunt and a groan. “Not enjoying the view?” asked Alevos. “Or are first level box seats not to your liking?” Szereth looked around the box seats that Alevos had secured, somehow. It was small, cozy, and most important
Drone lights hovered around Eva, and lit her up during the announcement. She received a few cheers from the crowd. Most of the others jeered at her. There were also some threats and slurs flung from the more anti-human Drogar. Though they were a minority in comparison to the rest of the crowd, there
It had a somewhat aquiline shape to it where its left and right sides were flat and angled towards the front. The top curved downwards on each side, which made the front drop down to a beak-like point in front of her chin. It somewhat resembled the end of a hawk’s bill, and was in its own way mena
Rezhathii’s fans erupted in wild cheers when she saw her slam her opponent a dozen meters away, but soon quieted when they saw Eva recover quickly. Those cheering fans quickly turned to jeer at her, as though she had cheated them of her defeat. A few were astounded by what they saw. “D-did you see
Her breaths had become deep and ragged, after having pushed her body for so long. She staggered slightly, but quickly recovered her balance with a half-step back. I just need a moment, she thought. But she wasn’t afforded one. Eva was smart enough to capitalize on her advantage, and rushed forward
Eva stumbled slightly as the platform hit the bottom of the Pit. As she ambled out into the preparatory floor, the corpse of her dead opponent was dragged off to who knows where. She grasped at her abdomen, which dripped blood out of her two puncture wounds. “That was really kinda dumb of me,” Eva
Now that the adrenaline had stopped pumping in her body, she felt the sting of each of her wounds in full, and stumbled as she fought to keep herself upright. Although she looked like a right mess, she wasn’t any more or less in rough shape than some of the others who suffered lacerations. There we
Admiral Chase and Swarmfather Retholis stepped through the lowered gate, out of the prisoner compound, and into the Green Zone. They, along with Retholis’ personal guard, headed towards his private gondola parked nearby. “You really oughta stop taking me out like this,” said Admiral Chase. “You’re