"I sort of want to do my own thing now, guys", you tell your friends. "But the forest sounds good for later. Maybe I should get warmed up in the arena." "Ok.", says Blair. "Me and Knight will go to the tavern for a bite to eat. See ya!"
You walk through the streets of Avara's Capitol until you reach the Lionstooth Coliseum. An impressive building, it's three stories tall and has seats for thousands. A large sand-floored fighting pit sits in the middle. Grabbing your trident, sling, and helmet, you enter through the gladiators' entrance. Below the seatings sits the preparation room, where fighters are prepared and armed. The man in there lets you keep your trident, sling, and light armor and explains the rules of the Arena to you. It differs from other arenas in that one gladiator must make the other "give up", be it by raw pain and injury, intimidation, or...unorthodox methods.
"Unorthodox methods? like what?", you ask. The trainer tells you that it means someone can do anything if it makes you surrender. You silently hope that no one knows about your extreme ticklishness.
Glad to see you won't be killing anybody, you practice throwing you trident for an hour before the trumpet sounds and you're called out into the ring by an announcer. Squinting because of the sudden light, you see several hundred people filling up a fraction of the seats. "I guess today's turnout wasn't so good", you think to yourself. But your thoughts are suddenly interrupted as from the doors on the other side of the sandpit someone enters.
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