Artemis's playground
The tournament continued. Skin had fallen at the hands of Godric and each team only had 4 members on the battlefield outside of their leaders. The once-lush arena was stained with blood, the air thick with smoke and lamentations for the fallen.
Silver stepped into the arena opposite a hulking minotaur wielding a brutal war axe. Still hindered by his injuries from the last round, he knew this fight would test the very limits of his strength and endurance. With narrowed eyes, she flourished his blades, determined to prevail, or die with honour. He was determined to return to his pack with his pride intact.