"Next up! A clash of draconic blood! The holder of the Green Dragon mask versus Barbarian Dragon!" The announcer roared, his voice thick with anticipation. "Two warriors, veins coursing with the power of dragons! Which dragon will reign supreme?"
The crowd surged with excitement, the air thick with the scent of sweat and anticipation. Bets were placed, fortunes wagered.
Mwana, masked in the emerald visage of the Green Dragon, faced his opponent. He knew this fight would be different. This wasn't some thug or boastful brawler; this was a dragon-blooded warrior, one who seemed to see past his carefully crafted disguise.
His opponent was immense, a mountain of muscle clad in coarse, red cloth. He was the Barbarian Dragon, his presence radiating a primal savagery that made the very air tremble.
The Barbarian Dragon, despite the brutal opening, smirked. He spat a mouthful of blood onto the arena floor. "Not bad, little dragon."
