The raucous crowd of orcs, and other cybernetically enhanced species thrummed with anticipation as Cyrus and Ghazka faced off in the cage. Ghazka was a mountain, bulging muscles and a network of scars across his bare chest, the embodiment of raw orcish strength.
Cyrus was smaller, lithe but muscular, like a panther ready to strike. Yet, in the low-light of the fighting pit, a blue fire could be seen burning in Cyrus's eyes, hinting at abilities not readily apparent.
The fight began with the clang of an old iron pot echoing through the metal-enclosed fighting pit. Cyrus's foresight activated, a shadowed feed of possibilities flickering before his eyes. The next seven seconds unfolded in precise detail.