The river hissed against the rocks as the warriors stepped into the circle. Nova was fixated on what was about to happen. She'd never been to a boxing match let alone something like this!
Yes, she'd fought Veyra recently and seen her fair share of violence on this island, but this was a tradition among the Apatka. This was their way of celebrating?! By fighting and feasting and… *cough cough*. Nova's eyes wandered to a few getting a little passionate on the sidelines and roaming off into the jungle to continue their own version of the festivities.
Nova's attention snapped back to what was about to begin, looking over the first two warriors that balanced on the rocks opposite sides of each other.
The first warrior was broad-shouldered, his chest striped in black, his lower jaw marked in white to resemble fangs. The other was leaner, with scars crisscrossing his body, but his eyes burned like coals.
