Worse, his wounds bled furiously and some parts of it darkened as he continued to dart around the dome.
Knowing that the second he stood still for an extra second was the moment he would die.
'This is a funeral!' Varti thought to himself, raising his hands to touch his left horn, a habit he did when he was worried.
Glancing at Nevi who had a huge frown on his face, with his fists clenched together by his sides.
'Should we even watch this?' Varti wondered, his focus on Klad and his weapons which seemed to be on the edge of breaking into two.
But he was still considering what to do when his eyebrows shot up in shock, his jaw dropped open as he watched Klas move faster than his eyes could follow.
One second he was on the ground, the next he was climbing over the beast's mighty legs onto its back.
'This is madness!' he thought unable to take his eyes off as the entire arena was filled with nothing but the intermittent growls of the beast.