Tales of The Far Arena

The crowd was ravenous, tonight. Each fight received more raucous applause than the last, and the stands vibrated with the stamping of feet. The sands churned between matches, whirling down and around, swallowing the loose body parts and bloody mud and preparing the arena for its next combatants. Highlights from the previous match played out in holographic majesty above the sands, showing the moment of victory when Isakrell, "The Chopper Queen," beheaded her foe with a stylish swing of her sword. The severed neck of the cyborg wyvern sprayed blood in all directions, leaving Isakrell drenched, but victorious. The hologram lingered on the image of the gladiator lifting her sword above her head and pointing at the crowd.

The announcer fed the flames of fervor, his voice booming over the roar of the audience. The woman in the prior match had not been so fortunate, succumbing to her burly opponent after a grueling fight, until she ultimately wound up on her hands and knees, being rutted for all the crowd to see. Carnality and carnage were what the people were here for, after all, and The Far Arena rarely disappointed.

The sands were finally clear. Anticipation ran through the stands. The announcer savored the moment, feeding off of their enthusiasm, before finally introducing the contenders for the next match...