Brand was furious. Downright enraged. How DARE these wretches chain him, hobble him like this!  All for the sake of some inane sport!<br/><br/>He clawed several times at the collar forcing him into his humanoid form. He was still formidable, standing nealry seven feet tall with a powerful, broad-shouldered frame. His silver-scaled wings and tail were the only things that gave away his true nature, but much of his normally overwhelming might had been shackled. "For sport" they said.<br/><br/>Luckily his ability to control electricity and the winds of the sky hadn't been horribly limited, and while he couldn't knock buildings over he could still put holes in them. And devour prey: An unwary "keeper" had found that out.<br/><br/>He paced angrily in his cell. He would make them pay. He'd devour them all, alive and screaming, for this affront. But first he had to fight in this...asinine tournament.<br/><br/>Golden hazel eyes flashed at the thought. Fine. They'd get a show: A preview of coming events. For them.