Anticipation burned like a flame trapped in an old lamp, tucked within the glass, safe from wind and rain. It was flickering faintly, but it was there. Bordering the empty middle of the halls, the sea of people stood at the sides near the walls. Eyes strained on the even before them. The air reeked of tension. It smelt of blood, agony, and impatience. One could find it hard to breathe, surrounded by enemies and comrades, surrounded with blood-stained weapons and claws. Although none of the sides were fighting, it felt as if their souls were painting the ground red.
Silver eyes drew away from the unsettled crowd and focused on the lone man standing amidst the hostile and uncertain gazes, unperturbed of the attention. Moulin could hear the deafening pounding within his chest. What would be the outcome of this fight? Lives we're already lost. They could not risk more losses.
Moumou: Here kitty, kitty~ Come one catch the light! Catch it! hehehe~
Accrius: ...
Accrius: I'm a noble beast of a predominant species!
Snow: Master! What about me?! (/T□T)/
A particular Evil Lion: Why don't "I" tame you, my little beast?
Moumou: ... Scram!