"Correct, sir Chance! I'll be happy to inform you that your opponent is alread waiting for you in the arena." the man in the strange hat said, two guards opening Glaive's cell and hoisting him up, keeping him bound. They let him down a flight of stairs and into an arena now full of cheering people. It seemed like a very basic stage, but as he watched the landscape began to shift into a frozen tundra full of glaciers. It got that cold as well, to fully simulate the dire situation they were in.