Thread:Crowsoul50/@comment-33229352-20190909034609/@comment-33229352-20191010033105

Most of the combatants were in good health. They looked a little thin, but that was pretty standard given their situation. The majority of them had some sort of battle scars and while many of them seemed neutral or fearful like Milo, some of them practically raced into  the doors.

A door nearby them was opened and the group was ushered inside. Here, they were met with an explosion of noise- they were in another cell, though this one was different than the one from before. For one, the back wall was comprised only of metal bars, granting a view of a large circle of sand, which seemed to almost glow from the light of the moon directly above. Across the sand, the opposite side was much the same. These new holding cells served as the wall around the arena, giving the combatants a front row seat to the carnage. Above them, rows and rows of spectators had packed into the stands and were eagerly waiting for the matches to begin.

Once again, Milo backed himself into a corner, muttering to himself. Perhaps a personal pep talk?

It was a long staircase, leading to the top of the stands. Orphos and his crew had just opened a set of doors, leading into an elaborate seating box.