In a short distance from the main conflict, a small rift opened up in the fabric of space-time. A man in a mask and metal gloves was thrown through, tumbling through the air, and yet still somehow landing on his feet. Gaining his bearings, he peered around his new surroundings, the sound of combat not too far away. He froze. Thoughts raced through his mind on what had just happened to him, where he could be, and what on earth his next move would be. The words "kill or die" rang through his skull as he imagined what possible horrors may be on the other end of the clearing. Within less than half a second, he unfroze with a calm mind. With softened steps, he made his way through the trees to the battle royale he dreaded to join.