This would be the most people that Connor had ever fought in front of in his life. Never in the pits were there this many people at any time to watch him fight, and after that Connor never really fought with an audience. In his wolf form, he knew that he would have pressed his ears back by now in an attempt to block the noise. But Connor wasn’t in his wolf form. He stood more or less in the centre of the arena, facing where his opponent would enter.
This would be his debut as a new arena fighter. It was fortunate he at least was used to fighting with a crowd. They in turn were curious to see this new fighter, especially since he didn’t seem too special. A werewolf, with not even much strength. What tricks could he have up his sleeve? Well, he didn’t exactly wear sleeves at that very moment. He wore a dark red tank top, loose black jeans and black combat boots. All of which were easy to move in, to fight in. Not to mention that he could shift with them. That used to be an issue from time to time before he came to the island. It would be easy to see the scars that littered his arms and shoulders, some that crept onto his neck. None of them were new, all were old and largely healed.
Connor didn’t know who he would be facing. He more or less requested it be random. He didn’t get the luxury to choose his opponent before he came to the island, and he couldn’t exactly change that now. But he wondered who it would be. He hadn’t fought like how he used to since before he came to the island. Sure he practiced, but had no sparring partner. Connor was a bit concerned he was rusty, but wanted to stretch his limbs again.
@Kada
This would be his debut as a new arena fighter. It was fortunate he at least was used to fighting with a crowd. They in turn were curious to see this new fighter, especially since he didn’t seem too special. A werewolf, with not even much strength. What tricks could he have up his sleeve? Well, he didn’t exactly wear sleeves at that very moment. He wore a dark red tank top, loose black jeans and black combat boots. All of which were easy to move in, to fight in. Not to mention that he could shift with them. That used to be an issue from time to time before he came to the island. It would be easy to see the scars that littered his arms and shoulders, some that crept onto his neck. None of them were new, all were old and largely healed.
Connor didn’t know who he would be facing. He more or less requested it be random. He didn’t get the luxury to choose his opponent before he came to the island, and he couldn’t exactly change that now. But he wondered who it would be. He hadn’t fought like how he used to since before he came to the island. Sure he practiced, but had no sparring partner. Connor was a bit concerned he was rusty, but wanted to stretch his limbs again.
@Kada