A white hooded figure sits silently on a stone ledge, their hood covering their face from what little light trickled inside through a steel-barred opening, only revealing the brown fox-like ears that poked out of their hood through two openings. From the opening on the wall, they could already hear the deafening roars of a thousand spectators, something they'd soon see.
In front of them, a dimmed hallway led outside, it too was illuminated by the light passing through a steel barred gate, halting any from entering, or exiting the lonely room. Yet, through the indistinguishable roars of the crowd, the figure's ears twitched as they heard something, a calling, and soon opened their eyes, revealing two blood-red pupils that pierced through the darkness, and stood, feeling the cool stone on their bare feet.
They soon began to walk towards the gate, a long fox tail trailing behind them as each step silently brought them closer to the shroud of sunlight that leaked through, until their entire figure was wrapped in its warm embrace, revealing the black sleeves that covered their forearms, ending on her exposed hands that adorned their many wounds from their endless years of fighting.
As they waited, the figure's tail slammed down to the concrete grounds, cracks erupting from the impact as it recoiled back to its previous position, the figure more focused on absorbing the outsides through the gaps of the gate. Bright, open space welcomed them as a large grassy field covered the ground, the only other thing being the stone path that led to the centre, and the large elevated arena that rose from the middle.
Surrounding the fields rose four great buildings that ended in slanted steps that faced the arena, with every available space filled up by a crowd of faceless spectators, their details melding into a dizzying cloud that was the source of the indistinguishable roars.
Yet, they were unable to wait no longer, as they did not care about the crowd's cheers or jeers, but instead the being on the other side of the field, also waiting as well behind a thick steel gate, and brought their right hand towards the lowest bar of the gate, slowly lower their legs, and began to lift the heavy gate. Loud creaks echoed all across the field as the rusty gears that were supposed to raise the gates themselves were forcefully moved, each second the gear unwinded did a loud metallic crack forced its way outside, causing the once wild crowds to falter into dead silence, the rhythmic breaks of the gears pounding onto their hearts, no matter how far they were from the source.
Suddenly, just as immediate was their forced opening of the gate, the figure immediately let go of their grasp on the gate, now on the outsides, the steel gate came crashing down to the ground, its impact shattering the very floor below, and sending a final blow to the crowd's hearts.
Now with a thousand glares resting upon them, the figure slowly made their way towards the centre, and now being closest to the grassy fields that flanked each side of the stone path, they noticed that it wasn't just blades of grass that covered the field, but shattered pieces of blades, spears, axes were hidden underneath, patches of once green grass dyed red with blood, the magnitude of these only intensifying until they stopped on the stone steps that led up towards the arena, the ground around grasses, stained with dry blood, fallen weapons impaled the ground, forming a 'fence' that crookedly wrapped around the arena, each one rusted, deformed, destroyed.
Without any hesitation, the figure undid the buttons that held their cloak onto their body, letting it fall behind, and revealing their true nature. A young female with long brown hair that accompanied her fox-like features was revealed, her slender body defined through a nearly skin-tight black top, sleeveless, exposing her well-built physique, only for black sleeves to cover her forearms. Unlike her upper half, her lower was far more loose-fitting, as white cloth covered her legs, only stopping at her bare feet.
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