A ripple moves through the stands.
"Representing the Ironroot Highlands—three-time champion contender—Stonehide Garruk!"
The gates opposite mine grind open.
My opponent steps out, and immediately, his weight presses against the air.
He's massive. Not tall like a dragon, but wider—honestly, he's built a bit like a bear. Thick slabs of muscle packed under pale (almost gray) skin, his horns curling back from his skull. His hands are already dusted with sand, knuckles cracked and ready.
An earth-beast, of course. They excel at hand-to-hand combat, but struggle when the arena is so small, which plays in my favor. They're also typically a bit slow to react, and I'm known for my speed.
They must have moved closer to the arena, because I can hear it when Roan whistles somewhere behind me. "That's a big boy."
I roll my shoulders once, loose and calm.
"Representing the Embercliff Dragons—returning finalist—Zoryn!"
