“Next they sought out the khemri, tales of death and destruction filled the local villages, he would be the place for death. The arena was in the middle of a vast desert, the sun beat down causing the undying player to feel exhaustion, a feeling they were unacustomed to.

The gods intervined, stripping the players of their regenative abilities, a turned the armour paper thin. The wolves were in a frenzy, but the claws were in-effctive against the skeletons bones.

When it was over the wolves turned on wayne and ate him dispite the fact he wasn't dead, no place for the wounded here, the team mourned his loss, it was no way for a creature to die.”