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Kherem: HP = 90, PP = 55, EP = 55, Status = Fine
The arena was littered with broken weapons, craters, chunks of debris and blood stains from previous matches. He was set to fight three rounds for the crowd, and would be paid a solid purse of fifty denarii for his efforts, and for each bout that he won the prize would double. The fights weren't to the death, but lives were lost often in the arena and there would be no consequences for him if he did slay his opponents. Such was to be expected in the public arena of Acheron, the demon city, where any could go to fight in an array of matches ranging from organized combat of one group against another to sexual duels between individuals. The only rules, at least as far as he knew, were that nothing that he employed could risk harming the spectators.
The crowd of demons sitting in the stands around the circular arena, which was roughly a hundred feet in diameter, were already crying for their bloodlust to be sated as he awaited his first opponent. He was alone, and had arrived before his first opponent of the day, but it wasn't long before the announcer's magically amplified voice called out over the crowd, signalling the entrance of Kherem's first opponent. The wide double doors on the opposite side of the arena opened, and a squad of a half dozen diminutive, green skinned creatures wielding simple weapons came jogging into the arena. They fanned out around the edges of the arena, moving to encircle him no doubt, but they were will eighty feet from where he stood, giving him plenty of time to prepare or to move to intercept the lesser demons.