Fafnir watched with a firm expression as the gate rose upward, revealing the arena completely without darkness blocking his vision.
'Here they are…'
Two other gates opened at two different parts of the arena, revealing a clown in a colourful outfit and a hat with two pointy tops, and a masked man wearing a robe as his long orange hair cascaded down his shoulders.
They were Adrian and Michael.
They walked simultaneously a few steps forward until they reached a safe distance that wasn't too far from each other.
"Yo, Fafnir!" Michael waved happily to Fafnir: "Let's make it a fair fight. I can't believe I'm doing this!"
To be honest, Michael felt like he was living a dream.
In the camp, he always thought he could never be as strong or as useful as the shadow who always protected him and the others, not even close.
But here he was, about to fight Fafnir who sliced him in half just recently in their first fight.
