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You instruct Buonanotte to set his sights on the Arena.
“Not to witness the place with your own eyes is such a loss...” Uzziel rests his arm on the couch. “It will lose the impact.”
“Can you tell me what is in there? Pretty please?” Hanno nudges his friend for an answer.
“A gift.” Uzziel grins from ear to ear.
Buonanotte gulps before closing his eyes to watch the surprise.
There’s a spotless oval white marble court, flowers filling the crowd, stands circling it, banners hanging on the walls with symbols with meaning lost to time. At its very center, the bloody body of a brawny man with elephantine arms fighting for dear life. He has been left here to die.
“M-Masterson…” Buonanotte stammers as sweat drops from his forehead. Legs shaking. You knew that imbecile got in trouble, but it’s even hard for you to believe how much he royally screwed up to be here.
“That’s the White Tiger you fought? Cool name for a kitty.” Hanno has no clue what’s going on.
“At long last you’re aware.” Uzziel chuckles like he’s the most cunning man in the room. “Do you like my present, Mr. Wright? This is the brute who categorically obliterated you, isn’t he? Did it bring a smile to your face hearing he has been beaten to a bloody pulp?”
“No comments.” You won’t entertain this fool.
