Kingdom of the tribesmen.
"Hit him, hit him!!!!"
A man with broad face and thick nose burdening the remonstrating chin screamed amidst the hue and cry. There was a lot of noise and sequence of actions.
The man's voice faded out, blown into the wandering winds and borne away as soon as he let them out.
The man had been enthralled by the battle or say, combat going on between the two fellows fighting at the middle of what looked like the Roman Colosseum.
Each men were dressed in shorts and braces made from the various colors of dried wild cats' hides. But that couldn't help resist the blow of the hammer, club and spear.
One of the two fighters with large hips and torn face knocked out his opponent with a blow of the club in the face. The fellow fell on his back.
There was only one thing left, climb on him, and cut his head. As easy as it could ever come.