Nearly an hour later, it was finally his time to fight, and with excitement, he walked through the tunnel leading into the actual arena. The crowd had grown once more, and the announcer was as annoying as always, but Jake wasn’t there for either of those. He was there to instill primal fear in the poor guy standing at the other end of the arena.
Jake’s first opponent as a Veteran Warrior was an elven warrior wielding two thin, curved swords. He didn’t wear any armor, just some light pants. Instead of armor, his upper body was entirely covered in what looked like tribal tattoos, and he did look quite fearsome, almost like he was some semi-feral forest elf.
The two of them stared at each other from across the battlefield… and as Jake prepared for battle, he felt it… No, he saw it. It was o
