"Today is the day," Sara said, her voice low. She watched the crowds pour into the massive arena. "The day Vell faces off against Rana. I know he is strong, but Rana is a different story. Even the guild masters fear her."
The morning air was heavy. Sara had come to the arena hours before the first match, but she had still struggled to find a good viewing spot. The normal seats had been claimed days in advance. Now, people were paying huge sums of money just for a place to stand in the packed aisles.
She knew why. For three years, no one had managed to put a single scratch on Rana's armor. The woman was not just a fighter, she was a legend. She only ever appeared in the arena when an opponent was deemed worthy, and even then, the fights were brief.
"Quite the turnout," a voice said next to her. It was Henry. He looked awful. His eyes had dark circles under them, and his guild uniform, usually perfect, was wrinkled.
"You look terrible," Sara stated.