"Well It's really quite simple," the man said, "There are three arenas. Inside you will face the winner of the last round in that arena. You win by either forcing your opponent to give up and surrender, or killing them. Killing is not advised but is permitted. If you win five rounds in a row you get the first level prize, and at that point you can either decide to stay and fight towards ten wins- the grand prize, or you can leave with your current winnings. If you lose, you'll either leave here in shame or in a coffin. Aren't many rules besides those. Do you wish to sign up? Just sign right here," he said, pushing forwards a piece of paper and pen, "Put any money you wish to go towards the award money in here" he pushed forwards a large sack filled with coins, "and continue in to there." He pointed to the armoury room off to the side.
Walking in to arena 1, Jacob saw a very large man waiting for him in the center of the circular arena surrounded by bleachers on both sides. The man wore no shirt, revealing his large muscular torso with huge beefy arms. In each hand he held a large ball-and-chain mace with a brutal looking large ball at the end of each. He let out a battle cry and began to swing the maces in circles on his sides, receiving a roar of approval from the crowd. Jacob grinned and pulled out his blade, standing in a ready position, waiting for his opponent to near.
"Peice of cake," he said and charged towards the man, letting out a battle cry of his own.