The Cheers from the crowd was deafening. The humans shouting out to hack up the elf, while the elves screamed for vengeance for their fallen comrade. Marinus looked away as the elf hit the ground, memories of the war invading his mind at the same moment as the elf’s final movements. Mikael on the other hand stood up clapping at the site of an elf losing his life in a grim and gory defeat. A disturbing half-laugh, half-gurgle noise came from Mikael as he looked upon the corpse with excitement and pure joy. Mikael wanted the elf to win so he could crush the life out of him himself, but the way the elf was executed pleased Mikael beyond his imagination, being able to see the elf suffer from a more interesting perspective sent Mikael into a sea of pure bliss.

“You happy, big man?” Marinus asked, knowing full well that he was asking an obvious answer, but was wanting to take his mind away from his memories.

Mikael started to limp to where the leader boards were, in case his name was called out for the next match he could be ready. Marinus followed, still trying to block the memories of the past.

“So, you hope to verse that guy who won? Or an elf in the next match?” Marinus asked, getting a snarl in reply from Mikael, “ha, knew you were always after their blood, it’s just like the wine you drink!”