Dunimir had been drawn to the battle-stand, in need of the coin he would earn. He was not happy to be doing so, but he had been assured the competition was only a first-blood fight.

The battle stand made him more than uneasy, there was something barbaric about the entire thing, and -to his shame- no one should ever condone it. But here he was, and his axes were in his hands. He looked at the ground before his feet, so that his hair fell over his face, and the gate that cast its shadow over him was lifted, as a wild audience howled with anticipation. The bright sun fell over Dunimirs still form, as he contempleted his decision to enter this place.

So it was that he lifted his face, to survey his opponents.

The day was bright and still young, and that if he were to decide to participate in the colloseum today that he would be outnumbered in strength, but on the other hand he could remain at a distance far enough from the enemy that he might just have the upper hand. Shinji had decided to participate in this event, he certainly could use the cash prize that was provided to the winner. His body was trembling little as he signed the sign-up form.