A breastplate and brassard were the only armor he wore. They were lighter than full armor and allowed him to move quickly and freely. It was as though he knew the queen would do something like this. How could a man fight that beast alone? It was a death sentence masquerading as a fight and everyone seated knew this. Ragnar wouldn't stand a chance against the beast's strength and claws.
Circe couldn't look away from the fight but she did so to glance at the queen, whose eyes were on the beast, studying every sharp swipe and lurch.
" You need to stop this." Circe said. She was used to the violence of war and bloodshed. But this was different from what she knew. This was cruelty packaged as entertainment and no one seemed to care.
