Talus' POV

We stepped into the arena. It was round and had seats circling the battle zone. At the middle were two tall men throwing punches at each other. They both had thick long beards but one was blonde while the other's was jet black.

"Who's the king?" I asked the man I had saved earlier.

"The one with the scar."

I narrowed my eyes into a pin and observed the men. They were too fast and I didn't know Galians could fight this well. The king had a big scar running down his cheek. His brown eyes burned with ferocity as he threw a punch on the cheek of...