Gladiatorial Battles
You back away from them, legs twitching with anticipation in case they attack you or something.
But the stranger doesn't move. Their eyes are clouded with a torrent of thoughts. They just stand there, looming over you, as you cower in their shadow. Maybe you should do something.
But the stranger doesn't move. Their eyes are clouded with a torrent of thoughts. They just stand there, looming over you, as you cower in their shadow. Maybe you should do something.