The putrid air burned the nostrils more than the arid Scavian cold ever could. Human filth rolled in waves above like a stand full of maggots and meat. The fighting pit only received the best they had to offer, spit, feces, and whatever worldly belongings trash like them could offer up to their champions below. Stripped of his weapons and bare chested save for his trousers, boots, and gloves, Lye watched the ring keepers fetch the previous contender from the pile of his own bile. As they dragged his carcass off to its final destination, Zack Blaze stood ragged and beaten but a champion none the less.

"You might recognize him! You must have heard of him! The man who betrayed the Aleran fleet and single highhandedly pissed off those wretched nobles who keep us under their heel: The Serpent of Salvar -- Lye Ulroke!" The announcer's voice boomed over the mixed response from the crowed. Some cheered, others howled, and a shower of debris began to rain. The iron gate opened and Lye stepped though. Through the loose waterfall of his white hair, he quietly met eyes with the famed brawler. He knew all too well of Zack's silver tongue and fists to back his witty remarks. Even despite the ragged appearance and neglected hygiene, Lye still noticed that slight glint in his eye and crease of a grin.

"Been a while, Zack." Lye balled his fists and raised them in front of his scarred, pale chest. "You look good."

"Who will win?! The evening's crowd favorite, or tonight's newcomer! Place your bets now!"

Lye wasted no time. He dashed forward and strafed left with a firm right hook, high and telegraphed. He kept his gaze fixed on his foe, left fist tight and cocked at his hip.