Wrath was unlike anything I'd ever seen. Usually bar fights were a few punches and then it's over, I'd seen my fair share living with the dragonborn, but thus was over the top. Men and women were clawing at each other, pulling hair, eye gouging. It was a warzone in here.
Every once in a while, a scream would echo with the thud of fists on flesh. It was puzzling to see so many woman in this layer, but I suppose women could be guilty of wrathfulness too.
"Let's stick to the outskirts, the closer we get to the center of the city, the more dangerous it is." Nodding, Amelia walked beside me, constantly checking over her shoulder for stray fighters.
Unfortunately, the city was designed like a funnel...straight into the center. In the center of the town was a gladiator type ring with benche
