The flames surround him as he clutches onto the leather handle of his sword. Nowhere to go, and only enemies in the circle with him. The arena staff won’t douse the flames until there is only one man left standing in the ring of fire. Two men to his left charge at each other, clashing swords as the audience erupts in a volumous roar.

The first blood soaks the sands of the arena, a warrior raises...

A gust of wind slapped my face as my eyelids flicked open. My body, surrounded by smoke and blood felt sharp pains throughout every limb. I managed to scuffle myself to my feet as I squinted, trying to see through the blood soaked smoke.

It was quiet, a little too quiet.

Flashes of memories began racing through my head as I stood there, until finally I was able to recall what I was doing in su...