In the land of Midgardi, underground arenas and colosseum fights were nothing but entertainment for nobles such as Sae, heir to the throne of Midgardi, and prince of the land. He had anything he could ever wish for, and what he wished for, any and all the time, was to go to the arena, the colosseums, anywhere he could seek watching valiant fighters fight for life or death. That was his entertainment. That was his joy. Though he was often cold and reserved; distant and even cruel, this was the one place, he found genuine happiness.

It was his birthday today, his 22nd birthday to be exact. He chose, not to anyone’s surprise, to go to a rather unusually large event being held at the colosseum. New fighters were being introduced, and Sae couldn’t wait to see them all struggle for their lives. The looks on their faces, the will to fight in their eyes. It fills him with a thrill like no other.

It was about an hour into the event, Sae was sat on a high balcony, surrounded by royal guards and security, watching, observing, enjoying the view. The new fighters were good, not enough to wow him as much as he thought, but good enough to entertain.

As the final fight came to an end, Sae was satisfied with the ending. And they called in the next fighters, a taller , broad very scarred man with cold killer like eyes. And then, his opponent. A tall, slightly less muscled fighter with a psychotic look. Almost insane. Sae stared at the two, his eyes locking on the two fighters, he wondered how it would turn out.