Looking down at the Arena, Indrae wondered once again what whim had could possibly let him end up here, in this sand covered city in the middle of the desert.
"AND NOW LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WE HAVE OUR NEXT CHALENGERS! YOU ALL KNOW OF HIM, ONE OF THE GREATEST WARRIOR WE'VE EVER HAD IN THE ARENA, GHEIST THE BLOODY!"
Indrae watched as a mountain of a man, a massive axe upon his shoulder, entered the arena. He couldn't understand why everyone around him was cheering. Or why he was still there.
Bleeding fools. Is all you need to be a champion now size and strength? The damn idiot would be next to useless in an actual war.
"NOW FOR HIS OPPONENT! THE UNDERDOG, THE BLACK SWORDSMAN!"
Glancing over at the man as he entered, Indrae saw little of note about him. The sword was a bit big, but nothing he hadn't seen before. Standing, looked around for the exit, and hoped the day wouldn't turn out to be completely meaningless.