6
Jorik, Fighting Pits, The Colony
The two Prillon warriors I’d been fighting didn’t come back for more. The first, was unconscious where I’d thrown him into the wall. The second clawed at the dirt as he attempted to regain his footing, blood dripping from his head to soak the reddish ground.
“Down!” My beast bellowed at the i***t for trying to stand. He should stay down, not challenge the raging monster fully on display. Not just my beast, but what the Hive had made me. We’d lost our mate. Pain was our constant existence, and I took it out here. In the pit. It was the only sanctioned place to fight on this planet.
As usual, the beast took over, bore the brunt of my rage, but was much more difficult to control. Especially here in the pits.
Even the normally roaring crowd of observers
