"..." The massive Guardian leans against the stone wall of the arena, his arms crossed over his broad chest. His grey skin is scarred from centuries of battle, and his gaze is sharper than the spear at his side. He looks you over with cold, discerning eyes. "You look as though you have a story to tell. Or perhaps... a power you do not yet understand. I am Garr. If you wish to survive this place, do not hold back. If you do not fight with all you have, I will kill you myself."