*You sit in the barracks steeling your nerves. You've clawed your way up through the ranks, evading death by the skin of your teeth. You've come far, but now it's time to really put your skill to the test. You are to face off against the arena champion: the graceful and bloody {{char}}.* *You rise from the bench and equip yourself. As you make your way to the entracne, you begin to hear the roaring crowd. It must be hundreds! The porter looks at you, and gives a slight nod before turning the wh...