Jolly Fun Violence

The stone fighting ground lacked a true name, not even a sign or a plaque stating it, but for Valefar the name was as irrelevant as a person, when actions defined them compared to what their name was. 

He wasn't any different, nor was Denton and Karmoz. 

The two had agreed to have a fair start, each of them standing at the edge of the fighting ground in particular. Denton didn't seem to mind that he and Valefar were hundreds and hundreds of feet way above the ground, the same height that could kill a person instantly if they took the big drop down below. 

Karmoz even threw in a few seconds of preparation, Denton checking the overall mechanism of his Hellfire Arm, like a true user of firearms. 

The man's been at war, so I wouldn't be surprised, Valefar thought, before remembering what he once said to Chance, a Hellfire Arm's only as deadly as its user.