Among the rocks and the trees and the wet, dead grass of the great Patagonian wilderness, the raw-wood village of Battlesteak was filled with the sounds of the Pankration. It was angry drum beats and shouting fans, barking dogs and humph of warriors fighting it out in the ring. Night had came hours before, and the starry infinity above was joined by simple torchlight below. 

The Pankration was a simple type of fight, where the only rules were about what one could take into the Arena. Once there, armed with only your hands and feet, you could do whatever you want. These fights were common for the Bearfighter warriors, as they called themselves. Tonight's event was something else, however. Tonight was the Bloodfight.

In the bloodfight, the warriors slit their left arms so that the stingy, sticky blood of their opponents became another weapon. By the end of a Bloodfight tourney, where these matches took place one after another for hours and hours, the dirt of the arena was stained a deep red. A late fight meant more honor.

Brevo was a simple warrior - a man from the Boarhurter clan who's green banner was one of the many that flew on the Bearfighter pole. He was of normal height, and his black hair was joined by a pointed mustache that hung down to frame his mouth. He had won two fights, and surprised everyone when he threw a ceremonial bayoneted AR-15 into a straw-stuffed target on the far side of the Arena, signifying he was ready to go another round. 

"Brevo! Brevo!" his clansmen chanted. The next man in the Arena was from the Cattlepuncher tribe. He was taller than Brevo, but much thinner and with only a small amount of peach fuzz on his chin. He was handed a blade, and gleefully cut into his arm. Brevo reopened his own wound, and felt the air swirl around him for a second before he got his balance. Soon, they were fighting.

It was a whirl of fists. Brevo felt the Cattlepuncher's fist strike him in the gut, where he had been struck in the previous round. Brevo tried to get his foe in a headlock, but the slippery blood that covered bother of them let the Cattlepuncher go free. Before Brevo could act, the Cattlepuncher's elbow was in his face. Once, then Twice, and the world flashed to black.