Dron wasn't even out of breath.
He'd never felt the kind of power that was coursing through his veins.
He focused on Draxor. The alpha was a good fighter. Had this been out in the heat of war or on a battlefield somewhere else, Dron might have been a little more hesitant.
But he wasn't at war, he was in the middle of a spectacle orchestrated simply to make it seem as if he wasn't good enough for Tempest.
There was no amount of skill Draxor could possess that would surpass Dron's need to make sure everyone knew the truth.
He was all Tempest needed. He only had to prove it to her. She was all that mattered.
Dron spared a quick glance to the other fighter in the arena, Vraq. The man was still on the ground trying to recuperate from the beating Draxor had given him seconds earlier. Dron didn't need to worry about him at the moment.
