The sun glares apon the arena, glistening the viewers' skin as they wait in excitement. Coltrane is shoved inside the dome, a face full of sand. He brushes it off and glanced around, the fire in his veins already screaming for freedom. Appearing on the other side of the walls, are five silvers. He recognized them right away, the strongarms, metal benders, and whispers. "Who are you?" Coltrane questioned as a person was thrown into the sand next to him, stumbling. Fire curled in his hand.
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24/08/2024
Sk0r.Tenebrae
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24/08/2024
Zen Meadows
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Gojos_mypookie
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Jojo Fan
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