Blood & Rust & Bile

Hours passed before his father found him in the stands where he had gone to watch the rest of the contests.

If Drake had remained in that locker room with the rest of them, he would have broken something.

More specifically, he would have broken the Trost boy. Sneering in his face as he did.

Drake had Eren's sneer stamped in his memory. He seethed at the image.

Suddenly, the crowd cheered, redirecting his attention to the contests.

Drake welcomed the distraction with ease.

With the hood of his shirt up, he managed to stay hidden in the crowd.

Sid Nivron stepped into the arena, swords drawn and held ready at both his sides.

The view of the fights so high above was a thing to behold.

A red-faced man next to Drake screamed his approval. "Tear him apart! Hell yeah!" He yelled, his weak chin wobbling with the effort.

Tear him apart?

There was no one in the field but Sid, and yet the cro
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