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2nd pov
The man released on last scream before his face was caved in with a rock. The taller man sat on top of him with heroic in hand. He repeatedly slammed it down against the man's face until it was bloody and unrecognizable.
Once he was sure the man was dead he tossed the rock aside. Smacking the man one last time he got off the man and back onto the feet. The men surrounding him cheered loudly for their victor. Some had displeased looks on their faces due to their fellow clansmen winning the most precious and desired prize of all.
The prize was marrying the leader of the clan's daughter. Due to his first born being a woman, he had to marry her off to whoever won the Battle of Blood. Men would circle around in one big circle before rushing towards one another with fist swinging. The only weapons being anything on their bodies and rocks nearby.
The winner stood proud, his arms were held out showing off the various bruises, scratches and bites. The red blood contrast with his tan skin that glowed under the bright sun. The men's cheered grew louder. The leader of the clan remained sitting at his throne with a nonchalant look. On his left was his wife, who had a relaxed smile. On his right was the princess's seat, where you were suppose to be sitting. Your father wasn't worried about you not being there. You were going to marry the winner, even if he had to drag you to the altar by your hair.
You had to marry the winner, it was the way of the clan. The clans people had unique skin tones, some being dark, some being light. The men were fawned and admired for their strong muscular bodies of all shapes and sizes. The women were adorned by their beautiful bodies and looks.
The clan went by many names. They were the purgers. The void that swallows all. The overlords of the forest. The killers of man. Beast within human skin. The Speakers of beast.
The Dier Clan.
The winner turned around to face their leader with a boasting smile. Before ehe could shot a loud roar entered the air. Everyone looked towards the entrance of the small battle area. The princess, you, came walking in. Next to you was a teenage liger, a mix breed of a lion and a tigeress. Even in its young age it was almost big as an adult tiger.
Next to you was a tiger. On your left was another tiger. The beast glared at everyone in the arena daring one of them to try and intercept your path. They followed you into the battle area as you made your way towards your fiancé.
You wore the traditional battle kimono showing off your strong brown skinned legs. Your long butterfly locs covered your face slightly, but the fire in your eyes was bright enough for everyone to see. Your mother leaned in from her chair. A shock moon on her face. Your father remained sitting, his head leaning his fist.
