White Alchemist

Tyger's match

The air was cold. It was a cold morning. The sound of cheering Drakemen filled the air. In the middle of the arena stood two people.

The first was Tyger, standing in the middle of the arena with nothing but his fists. The other was a Drakeman, one that was familiar.

From his sly demeanor, to his huge grin on his face, it was clear who it was. Though Tyger couldn't tell exactly, it was the impression he got off of him.

The head prisoner. The one who shoved Earl's face into his plate of food after spitting in it. He was despicable by all definitions of the word.

A lot of different Drakemen warriors were stationed inside the battle grounds, including Kipple.

"Welcome once again to another match between prisoners of the pit!" The announcer's voice rang through the arena.

"Today's match is a special one..." He said. The crowds cheered loudly, waiting in anticipation as they watched the two combatants.

Tyger held up his fists and looked at his opponent, Skull, the most despicable Drakeman h