DreadSpecialist

Czar fights an unfamiliar battle. He wasn’t used to this. Czar’s a fighter, though how could he be anything else when it’s all he knows? Yet, here he was – passing out supplies to the needy at some refugee camp. Why? concern? Cowardice? A distressed hum escaped him, clutching the package in his hands with a bit more force than one should. Thankfully it was taken out of his hands, given away with a quiet ‘thank you’ in return. He was frustrated, namely with himself – this wasn’t him, he had the strength, the cunning, and the willpower. He was a gladiator after all. Though he wasn’t used