A little bit of quiet fell over the gathering crowd as the veil over the cage was lifted away and the quarry was revealed.
The mixture of people included every age group and multiple ethnicities but was predominantly white. Boxing Day in Summoner’s Circle.
This day is all about sport and silliness and this year it was the baker’s son, Alfie, with a fox snout and tail attached to his warm clothes.
He was padded down with armor for the beating he would take when hunted.
Alfie was a fast runner, the villagers would have a hard time catching him but he was still decked out in the silliest of attire.
Bright colors to mimic those of a fox, and the face paint was even more vexing to understand. The crowd took this in and suddenly erupted in a cacophony of laughter.
The game was over if Alfie was caught by hand or shot on any of his bull’s eyes. He had a circuit to run and had to check into.
If he could allude the crowd, he’d get the chance to take that girl back at college out for dinner with the money he’d win.
It was too bad in the end. The crowd’s laughter didn’t last long at all. Alfie had a heart attack as soon as he broke through the tree line toward the finish line.