#srsevent

Round one was over in the blink of an eye. It had been too easy, and all he cared about afterward was the outcome of Raven’s fight. Fortune seemed to be smiling at both of them that night, nonetheless. Her opponent—another bloodsucking prick, ugh—didn’t even try. Good. And for the next fight… Baekyong knew better than piss him off.

He could focus on his own affairs, on the little prince stepping into the arena already injured and completely traumatized. The royal fight had become the main event, holding everyone’s attention hostage until one of them fell. Some people were outraged, but most enjoyed seeing them exposed and vulnerable. Naj was no different. It was a pity that Azagi was missing the show, but she was certainly enjoying her time taking care of Najelon’s prisoners, right?

“Family reunion gone wrong, little Prince?” he asked mockingly, sharp teeth glinting under bright lights that made it hard to see beyong the ring. “You seemed as surprised as the rest of us to know there was a third sibling.” A chuckle escaped him. No matter the occasion, taunting his opponent came naturally to him, but in this case Naj was genuinely amused.

The demon was slowly circling the merman, lightweight steps that didn’t make sense for a man his size. He’d let the merman make the first move just like he did with the werewolf. It was easier to win when they dug their own graves.