Even after laughing at Reed, the first player to fight against the beast, he went ahead and picked one of the strong long wooden sticks Lucian had gathered for the fight. He held it tightly and glanced at his first opponent that was already waiting for him in the arena; letting out a silent curse, he stepped into the fighting arena.
"Ohh." Darion let out a mischievous smile, "How interesting." Flint was by his side like a trapped prisoner who had no choice.
"A wooden stick?" The beast asks. Her body gave a partial transformation, revealing her cursed beast form that replaced her nails for claws, her human skin melting away into something eerie and inhuman, and when she growled, it brought a putrid smell in the air, sick. While her growl sounded like that of a wounded animal hungry for blood and chaos. "You think that you can defeat me with a wooden stick?" The beast felt insulted.
