[Espy]

Skoll doubled back, glad that he hadn't broken his trend of wearing monotonous colors. The ghastly creping fog probably hid him well. Somewhere to the right of him, the warrior's shield clattered; some coward had been trying to join the fray.

He found himself wishing there were more fighters -- battling one-on-one in a flat open space was not his strong suit.

Skoll glared at the first warrior. If he wanted to stay up there, he might as well have just signed his death contract, Skoll thought as he skirted around the edges of the arena, not wanting to be visible.