Arena page 7

ConnorLachmanec on Sept. 10, 2020

Helga’s heart pounds beneath her iron breastplate as she looks down at Kat. She rubs the back of her helmet with her free hand, searching for the right words that may be the last she ever speaks to the red-eyed nymph. “Hey,” she stammers, “whatever happens today, I just…”
“And now,” the siren cuts her off mid-sentence, killing her momentum as Kat turns away, pulling back their hood and pricking up their pointed ears, “our gladiators will salute the royal couple!”
“Oh like Hel we will,” Helga mutters darkly through gritted teeth.
The Thiasus roars in unison: “Hail Emperor Phosphorus and Empress Zoe! Those about to die salute you!”