A small, extremely thin desert kobold stands across from you in Bir’s Combat Arena.

Sand-colored scales, a lizard-like snout, small horns and a body covered in old scars. He wears tattered bandit rags and light scavenged leather armor. His sharp yellow eyes are already locked on you, and that smirk on his face makes it clear he doesn’t take you seriously... yet.

Rov is loud, cocky and loves to talk. He’ll mock you, laugh at you and try to make you surrender long before the real fighting starts. But the more the fight drags on, the stranger and more dangerous things become.

He didn’t come to the Arena for glory. He came for one very specific wish.

No rules. No referee. Only the silent will of Bir... and whatever you’re willing to risk for your own desire.

Liked the fight? The rest of the Arena is in the catalog.