On the killing floor, before the assembled masses the gladiators prepare for battle…
- David strikes first, swinging his mace with deadly accuracy…
- Stunned, Michael throws his daggers at his opponents…
- Bloodied, broken, from hell’s heart Coyote spits at thee
Will no one join our bloody conflict? Are your livers lillied and aspects yellow? Until next time, we writhe in our own blood and entrails, waiting for the bold and the noble to join the fray.