The crowd roars.
The bright sun blinds Braz as he walks from the darkness of the arena onto the floor.
4 pillars tower like trees. And, stood in a vast circle, so did some of the best warriors from around the continent.
Rules about combat and death echoed around the arena - but in the face of enemies, and with a bubbling crowd, it felt more real than a game. And then, just like that, it was a blur of steel and ice and screams.
But not from the crowd.