Vivianna raised her blade in what she thought was a good defensive stance from observing her father back home. Just then Martigan the Savage lurched towards her, his own black blade flashing a brilliantly gleaming silver-steel as he did so, the light reflecting off it captivating her eyes as she gaped at it. In the stands the game's sponsor looked on, more interested in this opening match than he usually was in undercard matches. Martigan always put on a good match, but had been demoted to the opening match for today's games due to his insolence, and there was something about the callow, naive novice Vivi that might captivate crowds over time beyond her mere physical beauty.