The Coliseum stood proud under the darkening skies. The fighting continued despite the recent events and tension was high as two new fighters were about to step into the arena.
The audience was quiet for now, but would cheer wildly as the next battle was about to start.
The doors to the arena opened with a loud creak.
A large rook stepped in the arena, shivering from the excitement of the upcoming battle. He knew his opponent beforehand, and he couldn’t wait to show his strength to fellow viking kukuri. Torstein was big and his fluffiness made him look even bigger. He knew it himself and was proudly puffing up his chest.
Following in the shadows of the clearly proud and strong amber was Mörrimöykky, the smaller of the two fluffy rooks. He was still the baby of the viking family. A much more shy and definitely not as eager for the fight as his friend was.
The raven was not trying to look bigger, but rather wanted to disappear completely.
Torstein’s ears perked up w