"You do not have a weapon?"
"I have never truly needed one, Lady Osk."
"Stop calling me lady. I am a warrior—and don't think that just because you do not have a weapon, I will offer you the same courtesy."
"I expect no such thing, Madam Osk."
What was within Riley's expectations, however, was the arena he finds himself in. Osk's tribe seemed to cling to the way of the warrior's life, it truly made sense that they would have some sort of arena to hold their disputes, training, and battles in.
"..." Riley slid his foot on the floor, pushing away the snow and revealing its silver brilliance. The arena seemed to be made of the same material as their cages, the walls were the same—as for the roof, it was just open.
What did serve as a roof, however, were Osk's other tribesmen. Their silhouettes, blocking the hazy winter light as if leaves. All of them were floating in the air, serving as a dome as they watch as Riley and Osk prepare for their duel.
