Darius grinned, clearly pleased that Rex was taking the bait. He made an exaggerated gesture, as if revealing some great treasure.
"This is a casino, my friend! Naturally, the prize is credits. But not just any credits; the champion takes 50% of all the bets placed on their match. Depending on the crowd and the stakes, that can add up to a lot of money."
Rex's interest was piqued, though he wasn't entirely convinced. "And what are the rules?"
Darius clasped his hands together, leaning in slightly. "Simple! You fight in a series of matches against the arena's most dangerous opponents. Each match gets progressively harder, of course, and you must win to advance. Lose, and, well, that's the end of the road."
He chuckled, though the humor in his voice felt forced. "But someone as capable-looking as you shouldn't have a problem. So, what do you say? Interested?"
