Nearest to him were two ugly gnome-like creatures sparring. They were not holding back and their gloves were moving incredibly fast; occasionally one landed a blow on the other and let out a sharp yap in celebration. One of the trainers, clearly identifiable in his Repton Under green polo shirt heard it and hissed at them.
“Fighters fight! Fighters don’t talk as they fight!”
The two gnomes stopped sparring, touched gloves, nodded to the trainer and then started again. Judas spotted at least four fairies, one bulldog, a few demi-giants, a huge ram, a couple of demure witches, and a host of other races of the Fae. The club was packed and he heard the shuffle of leather-bottomed boxing boots on canvas, and the thudding of gloves on bags filled with sand. It came at him from all angles. No o
