[i][h2][center][b][color=fff200]Al-Marabar, Sand King Arena[/color][/b][/center][/h2][/i]

The Sand King Arena, called so simply as the Sand King himself presides over it, 90% of the time at least. It was a large arena, and for awhile today it had been running single combat. In fact there was one going on right now, between [color=7ea7d8][u]Fiske[/u][/color] and an Oni. The two stood upon the sand, somewhat hot from the burning sun above, the roaring crowd around them as they raised their weapons and... One single thunderous clap stopped and silenced everything.

All looked up towards the Sand King's throne as he stood up, seemingly with an announcement.

[color=aba000]"I am sure all are looking forward to this match, yet I have been apprised of a development![/color]" He raised his arms as he addressed his crowd, like an emperor standing before a party he was hosting.

[color=aba000]"Today has been a rather fruitful day, for there were more new potential fighters than we had originally anticipated! And so I would like for one, free for all melee!"[/color], this was certainly not something Fiske had anticipated on, and the same with the Oni. Yet no matter what deals were cut for this match, the Sand King's word was law.

At this time, inside of the Arena's other facilities, the cages and all others, things were suddenly in a buzz with activity as wardens rushed to grab any of the new slaves that had been obtained today, among them including Ken, an Uveran gunslinger. He was hastily handed a cheap revolver and a belt with some bullets, and sent out in his slave rags. Others like him were moved as well, but it seemed they would be coming out of other exits of the arena.

Of course, at the same time... Crowds were also quite excited. Bets were being made, and those who simply enjoyed spectacle were not disappointed with this development. While such things were normal for the Sand King, they were infrequent enough that when they occurred, everyone knew to run their ass over to the arena to watch. Some enterprising shops were already sending out people to sell food for the event.

Eyes back on the arena itself, the gates on the edges came to life as they slowly lifted, letting out groups of the slaves, armed with whatever they could either get, or whatever they can grab. There was indeed quite the selection, and a decent few, almost two dozen were now in participation in the arena. One man tried to get the jump on this grand melee, raising his blade and charging Fiske, but he was suddenly halted in his tracks of a large, golden arrow of earth blasted at the feet in front of him.

[color=aba000]"Now now! I appreciate the enthusiasm, but what fun is any normal melee?!"[/color], the arrow came from the throne, in his hands the Sand King held a giant bow, and just as easily as it appeared, it disappeared from his hands in a golden wisp. As soon as he did he clicked his fingers. The ground below the participants whirred to life as Geo constructs sprouted out of the ground in a formation, emanating a pulse.

[color=aba000]"Our audience and veterans know what these are! Geo generator constructs! It creates a geo reaction to any element! I've been told we have more than two vision wielders among our new participants! And so I felt this might be an appropriate bit of spice!"[/color], of course... When a Geo reaction goes off of any element it drops an energy shield for anyone who can grab it... Meaning this kind of hazard was good not just for vision users, but anyone who doesn't use a vision too... A surprisingly fair addition to this brawl.

[color=aba000]"Well without further ado, even I am excited to see how this may play out! Let the battle begin!"[/color]

[@Letter Bee][@Enkryption]