The announcer docked his disk at the cage and made a beeline for Charon, a wide smile splitting his face.
"I knew you would come! The truly talented never deny an opportunity to increase their fame, and you are one of the talented! Come, my boy, it's showtime!"
He wrapped his arm around Charon's shoulder and guided him to the disk, the other fighters giving him strange looks the whole way.
'Must be jealousy.'
Less than a minute later, he was back on the sand, the crowd cheering all around him as he waited for his new opponent.
'Hopefully, this guy is more entertaining than the last.'
When the announcer returned, he brought a short man who wore a black cloak and wielded twin daggers. He was fast, energetically flipping through the air to show off the second he touched down.
He was introduced as "The Shader", a moniker Charon found laughable at best.
'The Shader? What does that even mean? I get the "shade" part of it, but why add an "r" at the end? None of that makes sense!'
