Entering the arena, he felt the light blind his eyes; he frowned, raising his arm to cover the sun, before looking at the crowd. It was much smaller than before, but it is to be expected; it was a battle between a Shattered and an Unranked, and while people of his rank did interest some people, most wanted to see what the high rankers of the factions were doing.
Plus, people of the Unranked were usually used by the higher ranks as a way to get wins easily, so what was the point of watching, if the person the watch would die soon either way.
After all, all it took was being challenged by one of the Crowns, and he was dead.
Adapting to the sun, he looked to his opponent, a scrawny man who looked to be in his forties. He was wearing ragged clothes, which made him wonder about his origin. By his age, he could make that he was probably a father, and by his clothes, someone who didn't have a lot of money.
But still, a family, so why would he sign up here?
