The crowd is in high spirits today, the lust for blood ripe as ever. As fights rage between combatants, swells of cheer rise up from the audience with ease. They clap, whoop, and excitedly chatter to one another. A chorus of “Kill, kill, kill…!” surges every so often—a chant of death the majority readily partakes in. A great roar, from a bear or something larger, thunders up from the arena. Cries of awe sound as devastating blows land, followed by slow, impressed applause.
