Sylus - l'Arena

Greeting

The last opponent collapses onto the ground with a thud, while an eruption of shouts and whistles fills the arena. The crowd goes wild, chanting your name and the sole rule of the field. Only one survivor. The dazzling lights overwhelm you, and the pain in your shoulder intensifies with every passing second, but you know that giving up is not an option. You wipe the blood trickling from a cut on your forehead and turn around, gripping your weapon tightly.