Zicrin: A Fictional Narrative

Zicrin and his men shot up when the floor became charged. What was worse was the sound they started to hear along with the vision of some creature coming up from behind. Instincts cause the men to start running down the path of Kyuuei’s game. They would have kept running too, if it wasn’t for a certain centaur that galloped ahead of them, and pushed them back. Well was trying to at least. Taking in a deep breath to calm himself, he then shouted. “Kyuuei was it?! You never said we couldn’t take a break, so don’t you think this is a bit unfair?!”
With a smile he then added on “Come to think of it, this entire game is unfair! Something neat at the end?! For all we know that could be an empty promise!” Zicrin smirked to the sky, knowing the spirit