Featuring FJ and Anastasia Zogstra "Contestants" The Valkyr hissed as she hovered over the arena. "Step forward, and be recognised" Below her was an arena, a sunken, reinforced pit carved into the frozen ground of Icecrown. Its floor was littered with the remnants of those that had already fallen, while a large field of combatants had assembled within it. Around the edge of the ring stood a crowd of Vrykul, eagerly anticipating the events about to unfold. "Blackhand?" The Orc snorted derisively. "You are as big a fool as the Orc who bore that name, but far less the man." "I should snap your-"
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