The first few matches set the tone of the day in the most brutal way possible.
Every time a first-year stepped foot into the arena, the crowd would roar with anticipation, only for the roar to turn into bloodthirsty Cheers the moment the second-year began tearing through them.
The Second-Years were dominating and winning, making it painfully clear to everyone watching of the gap between between the years.
Each fight ended the same way.
It was either that a first year had been cut or punched so hard they couldn't continue because they were coughing out too much blood, or someone's limb had been twisted into an untold angle, or someone was covered in their own blood and struggling to bleed, making the referee judge their injuries as 'Severe enough' to yield.
Weapons clashed and bones were smashed. The spectators couldn't have found anything more entertaining.
