Arena

Your hands go to the dagger hilts at your waist as you look around. Within the cave is a tall older man with a bald head and a thick white mustache. He holds a long sword in his hand, the blade a little over three feet in length.

"Get inside the cave, girl. Those wolves sound hungry."

You're not sure if you should trust him, but the anmials in this arena are strangely vicious. You wonder if they are bred differently than the animals on earth.

The howls sound in the distance sending an involuntary chill up your spine. The distance from which they howl does not seem so distant any longer.