The spellcaster's smile only widened<strong>"ohh she did great, the crowd loved the spectacle she gave them."</strong><br/><br/>The thugs follow her every moves, her eyes full of something, desire maybe, but that was not strange Miri is beautiful and lots of people look at her with that same look, but there was something more nefarious behind their eyes.<br/><br/>The wizard smiled to her as she spoke<strong>"oh we expect you to give as good spectacle as your friend give the crows, that is what keeps them coming back."</strong><br/><br/>As she crosses the final door Miri finds the arena in the same state Jordan left it. Four magic lights above the domed ceiling and beyond that only darkness. The sand was white and perfect, except for some defects, pieces of metal around some parts of the floor.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">"mechanics"</div><div class="spoiler_body">make a perception roll if you have 15 or better open the next spoiler</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">"details"</div><div class="spoiler_body">When Miri looks around she notices pieces of metal in different parts of the floor, for a moment she don't repair on them until she sees a metal rose in the ground... they look like Jordan's armor and shield made pieces. There is no blood but a good portion of the floor is wet, but before Miri can check on it...</div></div><br/>As Miri walks forward a mysterious voice, soft and clear an easily heard in all the arena, possibly due to magic of some kind, can be heard<strong>"And here as our last battle for the evening, Miri, the Dancing Blade for Storms!"</strong>and then she heard them, for a moment she had though she was alone, the darkness in the arena hiding the spectars, but they were cheering for her and if she was not wrong they were all male.<br/><br/>After she reacts to the crowd, but before she could investigate further the door in the end opens with a strong<em>thud</em>noise. From there an enormous man in full plate walks into the arena raising above the 6'6'', his visage hidden behind an iron mask and wielding a heavy flail on his hand, the vicious metal piece of the weapon hanging from a chain and a handle in the monstrous man's. His eyes looking down into Miri's figure.<strong>And for your pleasure, one of our champions! Breaker!</strong>