"So…" Zarod spoke as she landed onto the rocks above Adéwalé. "You've managed to beat the best of my clan, welldone." she chuckled, her laugh echoing against the walls of the arena. "Though, might I ask. From one tyrian to another, are you ready to face me?" she asked with a grin, the Empyrian stared up at what might be his future opponent, he thought for a bit, his head looking facing down as he did, then he looked up, his expression still unsure. ...
