A few minutes after Herriman left, the arena reverted to its original state, all the damage from the previous fights disapearing.

Peter appeared in the middle, consulting a list. 

"Well, ladies and gentlemen, what a treat! A double feature, with two wins going towards Herriman, The Ever-Changing! Our next fight promises to be just as good!" He announced, and the crowd once more started cheering, excited for more bloodshed.

"Representing Kri, he weighs in at more than twice that of a normal man. The Lycanthropic Berserker, the most fearsome werewolf this side of the arena, [b][i]SSSOOOVERRREIGN![/i][/b]. And his opponent, a proven veteran of the arena who represents Hephaestus. The Walking Forge, one of the greatest living blacksmiths, [b][i]KRIX! MAAAAAAAAARDUSSS![/i][/b]"

Once the two fighters appeared, Peter gave them a few seconds in case they wanted to offer a quick prayer to their deity, before raising his arms. 

"FIGHT!"