Soul of the birds and Knight.

'Why did they have to arrange such a troublesome thing again...' A young man looked at the arena around him. Technically, it would be more accurate to say he looked at the arena below him, but those where mere details in the mind of the young man.

Estimating the size of the area and the several forms and their sizes, he deduced that the overall length was around 190 a 195 meter long while being somewhere between 160 and 160 meter wide, which would most likely equate to a base area of something around 6.5 acres. Guessing the sizes brought another piece of possible information to his mind, namely that the arena was not round as one would expect, but more elliptical in shape.

He didn't even have to guess the height of the walls to know that the outer walls where between 55 and 60 meter high, he knew how high he was himself in the air. The inner walls could not have been higher than 10 meter at most, seeing as they would be high enough to make sure the contestants could not climb up out of the arena but low enough so that the visitors of that time could see the despair in the eyes of the ones that where sentenced to death in the arena.

The different sizes of thickness that the walls seemed to have did catch his eyes, being at the center and at the most outer rim being approximately 5 meters thick where-as the other walls began to show signs of ageing and damage since holes and cracks could be found in most while there where even some of the smaller ones shattered. Most of the seating seemed to have been removed too, most likely through robbers or people that just passed by.

The part precisely opposite of the entrance had a somewhat monumental façade comprising two stories of superimposed arcades surmounted by a podium which carried an attic. The arcades could vaguely be recognised as being covered with creatures of myth and stories, while the attic still carried the carvings of different roses.

Closing his eyes while listening to the surroundings, he waited to see if this man named Yin would come or not. Hearing the sounds of flapping wings, Lancelot managed to ignore the chill that went through his whole body from the simple touch of Snowie alongside his neck as she went to the roof on the attic. While his sisters were some of the kindest beings he knew, Lancelot also knew of their destructive strength hidden within their frail looking bodies.

Standing on the roof of the attic one could make out two females, one of them having long dark brown hair tied in a ponytail, letting it reach down to just below the neck while her eyes could be compared to the tanzanite gemstones in their colour. Appearing no older than 25, the general air the first female exuded could be called nothing less than that of a true queen.

The other one of the two females sat on the roof next to the standing female, although this one had light auburn colored hair that seemed to reach down to her femur with a smooth skin that almost appeared to be made from the finest silk. When one would look for her eyes, the pupils would appear indigo colored, with a few shades of turquoise when the light reflects some other shades. The eyebrows are a shade of purple, while her lips appear to be papaya whip colored. The clothing that the sitting one wore would not stand out at a bridal party with her black, strapless, ruffled organza dress with her legs folded to the left side and her back as straight as possible. “Mind standing back little brother? We will handle this for you.”