The fighters lined up in a straight row, shoulder to shoulder, their eyes scanning the room, waiting.
Each of them stood still, some adjusting their stances, others rolling their shoulders to ease the tension.
The sound of shuffling feet filled the space as a few fighters whispered among themselves, their voices low, barely audible.
Damon kept his gaze forward, his mind focused on what was coming next.
He could hear the occasional murmurs from the fighters next to him, but he stayed quiet.
There was no point in guessing now, they'd all find out soon enough.
The line of fighters was smaller now, only 16 of them left.
Those who didn't make it had already left the arena, their journey in The Supreme Fighter over.
But for those still standing, the next step was told, the coaches would soon come out and begin picking their teams.
Eight fighters on each side.