"Move! Just move damn it." Dron admonished himself. Willing his muscles to comply with his wishes.
The tingle is his body was getting stronger but he was still too slow.
Torax raised his axe and tried to cleave Dron in two. There was no real skill to the motions it was all strength and anger. Just as the master of ceremonies had said. The alpha was ruled by his anger.
Dron lifted his leg and kicked the man away. The large alpha didn't stumble back far but it was enough of a space for Dron to be able to get up and literally run away.
Dron didn't get far, Draxor was there to cut off his retreat.
Draxor chose a simple sword and shield as his weapons.
