It was time for the second round of the battle; Jayson had just stepped into the cage, which stood tall in the centre of the arena, its rusted iron bars still casting long shadows on the bloodstained ground.
The deafening roar from the crowd echoed around the arena once more, fueling the tense atmosphere.
Inside the cage, the two fighters had joined Jayson as they were all prepared for the second round of the battle.
Jayson stood, still hidden behind the black mask; in this round of the battle, the fighters were to use weapons, and Jayson had requested a staff. A wooden staff which he could be seen adjusting the grip he had on it.
His opponents on the other hand, the two who had also qualified the last two rounds, the bald woman, could be seen twirling her curved sword in one hand.
