1763 Great Britain
Sean lunged onto the ground and attempted to grab the man before he left, but he was already gone. He sat there in silence for a few moments, before the crowd erupted into excitement that they had a powerful king. But Sean wasn't happy with this. Everybody cheered and cheered as Sean walked out of the arena. People ran towards Sean to stare at him. Sean grabbed one of the closest citizens and ripped out his jaw. Everybody walked away in fear. Sean walked out of the coliseum and onto the gravel path. "Hello S-" started one of the guards before getting his head smash against the wall. "You will address me by sir" spoke Sean, as he looked Down, his hair covering his eyes. "Uh, excuse me sir?" started the other guard. "what." "The last king told us to refer to any king by sir" "..." Sean started laughing and laughing. "You, living guy, fetch me everyone who looks like a good fighter. I've got something important to do".
yeah that's it.