Memories

His hissed in pain, arm twisted behind his back. He could feel the preasure in his joints. Everything hurt. The other Floran he had been fighting was perfectly fine, she was standing over him, pushing her weight down on his arm and back.
She was Rose. The one everyone thought looked like Queen. Pale color, red eyes, and the sharpest of teeth and claws.

“Look at the little war god now~” She pushed down harder, “Marsss can’t even fight.”

She was a Summer Floran. Her years were counted by the summers she had lived. She was younger then him but stronger and vastly more clever.

So why did Rose hate him.
Simple answer.
He was weak.