The cheers were deafening as the beast of a man stalking into the stadium, the gate slamming down behind him and effectively blocking off any way out of the Sandy arena.

He looks around, his grip tight on his battle axe as he widens his stance and stares down his opponent. The people are chanting “Blood God” over and over, and the poor soul unfortunate enough to be pitted against him clutches their sword in fear as his eyes bore into theirs.