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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Sparky" data-source="post: 4984325" data-attributes="member: 13681">The crowd roars in response to Atrius' raised fist. The three dragon-helmed warriors stride to the center of the Arena, gravel crunching beneath their feet. The banners hang limply in the still air of the arena. Back to back the three warriors wait for the horn that would sound the beginning of the fight. The crowd grows quiet in anticipation of the fight. In the moment, everything is clear. The sparkle of dust in the air. The creak and clank of armor. The susurrus of the crowd. The deliberate breathes of the other two other gladiators. The sun lighting the awning shades. The hoot and grunt of creatures unseen. The dull gleam of metal on the doors to the holding pens.  In the moment, everything seems to freeze.  Crystalline.  And then the stillness is shattered with a single pure note that shivers in the blood and in the ears. The crowd roars as the doors swing open and packs of ravening dogs, frothing, their eyes full of unreasoning animal hate, charge towards the mound. There are four packs, each emerging from a gates spread equidistant around the arena. The dogs are red-furred, not naturally, they're... painted. They snap and snarl as they charge. OOC: Initiative.</blockquote>