Very much like in detail what I once have felt one time fencing. Guess others have felt that too.
He closes his eyes, and for a minute, there is silence.
As he walks out into the tunnel, he can feel the ground shaking.
The walls are dripping and there is a dirty musk in the air. His heart pounds.
As he approaches the threshold, he can feel the tension grow in his upper back and neck.
This path has been traveled by many, and only returned on by few.
He tries to breathe deep…only to be choked by the feeling looming in his stomach.
He walks out into the blinding light…eyes blurred and senses dulled. There’s that deafening sound of the crowd….and the pinging in his ears. He feels the crunch of the gravel and sand beneath his feet. There is a beed of sweat dripping down his brow waiting to fall, anticipating what is to come.
The warmth of the sun on his back relaxes his shoulders. His…
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