Down here it didn’t matter that his cover wasn’t perfect. That he didn’t appear perfectly like a backwater, common-born Lathar. No one here cared what he was. They just cared if they could beat him or not.
“This place never changes,” he commented as Rish found them a patch of sand near one of the walls. A small group of T2s, newer ones by the absence of scars and the lack of jadedness in their eyes, scuttled away to a safe distance. And so they should. He and Rish thought nothing of throwing each other bodily across the arena.
“Nope,” Rish said cheerfully as he began to stretch. “And yet it is completely different than you remember all at the same time.”
“What do you mean?” he asked as he stretched to warm up, but he’d lost Rish’s attention.
Instead, the flashy fucker was stretching an
