The arena is outdoors, and hot, and terribly uncomfortable. Demons are packed into the stands shoulder to shoulder, loudly talking and laughing with one another, barely bothering to clear a path as Naberius and Morse lead Austin through the throng. They reach the edge of the stands, a low, stone wall separating the spectators from the wide, flat ring of sand where the fight will take place, and stop. Austin can see Kesi and Gen doing the same, across the way - Gen waves at him, and he averts his gaze, picking at a hole in his jeans.
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6.17
The arena is outdoors, and hot, and terribly uncomfortable. Demons are packed into the stands shoulder to shoulder, loudly talking and laughing with one another, barely bothering to clear a path as Naberius and Morse lead Austin through the throng. They reach the edge of the stands, a low, stone wall separating the spectators from the wide, flat ring of sand where the fight will take place, and stop. Austin can see Kesi and Gen doing the same, across the way - Gen waves at him, and he averts his gaze, picking at a hole in his jeans.