In a quiet room, where muscular people where seen battle it out in the heat of the moment, as the vapour, clouded the entire room.
The fight didn't seem to be as friendly as planned as each person kept stepping on the hot burning coals.
Harry was worried sick, for the person at the other end of the ring, who was getting beaten up badly.
Taras, already having a mouth full of blood didn't give up, or more likely, he couldn't escape, because they other party was satisfied.
"Is this all you'd got?" The voice was mean and commanding, echoing throughout the whole room.
"I think that's enough boss" Harry quickly interfered to stop the slow demise of one of his comrades.
"Boss, your wife wants to see you" Harry informed with a rather fearful expression, knowing that Evans hated such messages
