They stood in lines, facing one another, poised to make a change.
His face was stern and focused. He glared at the man opposite him, his brother’s hand around his back, holding his shirt. Streaks of nature stripped across his face and covered his blue and orange body.
In unison, all of the men bowed down to the ground, ready for the fight to come. As a hand came up between his legs and grabbed the top of his orange shorts his eyes widened, but his pupils narrowed and showed he was ready.
As hands slammed into the ground and the nape of his neck locked with his opponent’s shoulders, fury erupted.
With his toes in the ground and knees bent, the top of his leg swelled. He roared with power and bared his blue and orange teeth, the determination soaked out of his mouth and landed on the prize beneath him.