From the lofty heights of their podium, the two squads seemed like tiny specks, as the arena was a vast expanse for twenty warriors. The regular troops in the front rows wouldn't catch much of the action, let alone those further back. Still, the tension was palpable, reaching a fever pitch as the two groups of warriors advanced toward each other.
None of the fighters rushed to engage; both teams held tight formations, sticking close as if drawing comfort from their comrades-in-arms. But even now, it was clear the two squads weren't evenly matched.
The Dusken Throne's squad lacked cohesion; its members kept their heads down, none eager to step into the spotlight. The Underworld Barbarians were a race of muscle-bound giants compared to Earthlings, but they seemed like runts next to the natives of the Lustra Plains, who cultivated Life Lumyst.
