@cyrusofthesouth
Fear. It’s not a sensation that he was used to. Strong convictions, and a slightly unhealthy ego, left Drack in a position where he didn’t permit himself to fear the consequences of his actions beyond what was necessary. He didn’t have time for that. But here, and now? He felt it clawing at his chest in a way he hadn’t felt in years the moment he heard those first screams. He’d been near the ring, preparing to see the semi finals in action, and then there was nothing but blind panic around him. People from all countries, all walks of life, swarming and striking and trying to run away as the Manticore’s started attacking.
Drack wasn’t a soldier. He’d never fought on the front lines. He’d never seen so much blood, and violence, and it rooted him to the spot. Was he even still breathing?
