Awaiting His Arrival
In no time, everybody was seated and ready for the Tournament to begin.
The Elders took their positions as the judges of this momentous event at the forefront of the Audience.
Everyone who looked in their direction did so with respect.
After all, these were the people who were rulers and decision-makers of this great city. Their views on the matches were going to be very important.
Elder Zod stood to his feet and stepped forward. Just like the first Selection process, he was going to be the Anchor of the match.
The participants, brothers and sisters that wanted to become Alpha of the Pack all stood in their ceremonial attire bathed in marks and symbols of the Primordial beast.
They wore these Symbols proudly, many of them puffing out their chests and ready to charge through to come out victorious.
Amongst them was Curtin. Like the others, he stood behind his fighter, Riff.