"Choose an opponent!" the imposing voice of the Gallied Mogul tore into the crowd.
Three Bloodsports stepped forward. One, Barov, the blue haired fighter stood proudly with a smirk on his face, resting a hand on his giant sword while chewing smugly on a stick.
The second one was calmer, wearing sleek blue leather clothing and metal shoulder pads, he had a similar silent confidence like Spheris did. Unlike Barov, he didn't carry a weapon. Instead, he relied on some strange bluish cubes that floated around his arms, they crackled with arcane energy as he placed his focused gaze at the Heathian Bearer.
The last one was a tank. He was much bigger than Nero and comprised of more fat than muscle. However, in his rugged armor that was adorned with numerous sigils and a giant 'T' sampled in the middle, he certainly looked dangerous. He brandished a metallic warhammer that sparked with yellow lightning and his face was full of self-assurance.
