As the thunderous applause erupted throughout the vacant coliseum the dirt beneath Zell's feet began to shift and change, the entire ground began to shake. A massive swirling of sand and dust erupted into twisters around him. There were seven of them encircling him.
As the twisters stopped the sand and dirt, they had picked up, fell down to the ground. As it all settled Zell could see seven figures clad in armor. They were larger than life with each standing over twelve feet high. The armor was thick and covered in draconic symbols and shapes. Each carried a large two-handed weapon, either a great sword, ax, or halberd.
"Well, this isn't good." Zell said as he looked at his foes. His lack of power had been evident in the earlier trials, being unable to use his immense strength or magic.
