The smug smile stayed a little longer on Dean's mind until he finally recalled where he'd seen it.
He facepalmed his own forgetfulness. It was only a few minutes earlier.
How could he just throw it to the back of his mind so easily.
Marcus was the one who had blocked his way when he wanted to sit closer to Astrea earlier.
And now as destiny may have it, their paths have crossed again.
The boy in question finally arrived in the ring. He stood directly opposite Dean. His boots stomping on the stoney ground.
"Finally," the boy with blue, sea-weed hair said, as he began stretching.
They were only ten feet apart with Thomas between them. The man reiterated the rules before he stepped back.
Begin!
Marcus's grin extended further as he threw his head back.
The sound of broken bones followed even as his jaw tightened and his eyes turned solid white.
The boy's claws extended as his teeth grew longer and sharper alongside blue fur that emerged on his back, hands and legs.
