Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140811160952/@comment-5583506-20140812233609

The sun stood high in the ashlands when Varg was dragged out of his cell all the way to what seemed to be homemade fighting pit.

"Oh, shit", he said as he was shoved into it on his sore knees.

The pit was surrounded by spectating members of the tribe who had come to see the outcome of Draven's judgement.

Varg had been sleeping in a sitting position all night and was in no shape to stand and fight.

Mara came rushing in to his aid and helped him to stand. "If only the others were here", she whispered. "Dracius, Cara, Vaniel, Varin, Maren, Tara, Tristyc..."

"Fuck them", muttered Varg. "They didn't help us before. They don't care. I bet you they don't even know where we are."

Mara didn't answer to his doubts. "I forgot to tell you", she whispered under the soar that came from the cheering crowd. "Draven has pulled a fast one on you and has alerted some of his best warriors to join him in the pit as he fights you."

"What?!" he exclaimed silently. "I am going to fight several of them with no weapon?!"

Mara looked with sympathy upon him. ''I have never seen him this upset before. He looks so afraid, almost... almost as exposed as I did. ''"Best of luck, Varg", she said and gave him a kiss for good luck on his cheek.

Varg stroke the place where her lips had touched him and turned around in order to prevent her from leaving him all by himself, but Mara had already left and now stood behind a fence to observe the fight.

He looked at her in dismay before he turned to face the combatants on the other side as they came closer with drawn weapons. "No killing... Right", he said quietly to himself before he let out a loud sigh and readied himself for the fight.