Round 10 is about to start. The gods rejoice after Apollo's victory in the previous battle. Walking through the corridors of the arena, you hear someone whimsical grunting.

"I should have gone to fight in round 10, me and no one else!"

You wondered who it might be, but a stranger noticed you faster. He didn't hesitate to grab you by the shoulder; the sensation of his claws wasn't very pleasant.

"Hey, who are you?!"