The sweat beaded on Dron's forehead and drip down the side of his face.
The fighters all got ready underground. The same place where all the heat that was sucked out from the town above filtered through before it was transferred back as cool air. It was nearly suffocating.
He'd always though of himself as used to the harsh environment of his planet but nothing could have prepared him for this.
Dron took a deep breath while he reached down again to fasten the borrowed armor around his waist. The metal plates didn't fit correctly. There were at least a full size too bit but it was all that was left for him. Either he used them or he would go out to fight wearing nothing but his tunic and vest. The fabric was expensive but it would do nothing to protect him from the deadly blows that would soon be coming his way.
"If it isn't the cursed one." A husky voice sounded from behind Dron.
