Nerrot looked like he was trying hard to take a shit.
He was sweaty, veins crawling up from his neck and onto his paint covered face. His eyes were squinted, and they trembled as the seconds passed.
But Nerrot wasn't trying to take a shit. He was trying hard to comprehend reality.
"Baron Nerrot. Are you ready?"
As the furry creature asked for the third time, Nerrot was finally brought out of his thoughts. He nodded shakily, causing the furry creature to clap loudly.
"Let the third round begin!"
'The third round…' Nerrot couldn't help but gulp.
It was the last round in this accursed game. In all honesty, the winner had already been decided and this third round wasn't needed.
He could feel the seething anger of his father and the count burning deep into his soul. He had lost.
The events so far had been some of the most disbelieving things he had ever witnessed in his centuries of life.
Nerrot thought he'd seen all.
