Arena

Michael's arrival in the arena attracted some attention. He was the first human student to enter the arena, causing a small commotion among the Berserkers and Warlock Centaurs.

"Look who's here. A pair of old and young. Two tiny little humans," A Berserker bellowed through the arena, his voice filled with a mixture of scorn and disgust. 

"Is this old wreck your nanny, little one?" The same Berserker asked. He jumped across the arena and landed in front of Michael with a thump.

The ground around him trembled as he landed, causing tremors to spread through Michael's legs.

Prideful, bad temper, and always out for a fight. The four meter tall Berserker in front of Michael was one of the best examples to describe the Berserker race. His muscles were bulging and his crimson eyes were filled with battle intent. Michael wouldn't be surprised if the Berserker were to throw a fist at him in the open.

Actually, that would be quite interesting.