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Reflection Before Battle Colt’s back ached. Days of seemingly endless fighting had begun to take its toll upon his heavy frame. Even a man born of the north could only endure so much battle before his body began to retaliate. He was not so worn by the arena as he was by his mind, however. The nightmares stalked him to every brief moment of slumber and doused his hands in blood once again.Reflection Before Battle by ~Ace-of-Crazy
He leaned his head back and looked to the dark stone ceiling. The rain seeped through the stone and dripped onto his head, but the roar above was not from the storm raging outside. Colt knew that he would be sent out into the arena to face yet another contender, and
Shame 
Sta.sh
