Dron swayed on his feet.
The mace in his hand felt like two tons of lead. He had to let it go, but he knew that if he did, he'd be completely defenseless. It wasn't as if he could use the spear to keep the other alphas away.
He could barely get it up to thrust.
The loud buzzer sounded again. The sound caused Dron's head to pound.
"What's wrong, beast?" one of the other fighters antagonized Dron.
Dron tried to talk, but he could barely get his eyes to see straight.
Two of the fighters lined up behind him and used their weapons to push him forward.
Dron grumbled when, instead of the dull edge of the weapon, the man behind him took that opportunity to jab at him with the pointed edge of whatever weapon he was about to use for the battle.
Dron wanted to turn around and knock the man's head off, but he couldn't do anything but be abused.
