The party, after parting ways with Milly for the moment, makes its way to a large, beautifully crafted and round stone building in the middle of the town, banners marking the event and other banners such as the Bastapan flag, the Methiant crest of arms and advertisements hanging down the sides. Locals, of course, know it as the Methiant Colosseum.
The Methiant Colosseum was built on the public whim after a spate of defeats in competitions with neighbouring Wybernia caused the disgruntled population to find something, anything to beat Wybernia at. After much pressure, King Houlandin IV had the colosseum erected to have a sports training facility for the nascent Bastapan national football team using public funds better suited for other things and incredibly bored Dwarven architects, explaining the occasional graffiti marked 'Obok was here' in impossible to reach areas of the stadium. After a year-long campaign of national support for the team hoping to beat Wybernia in that year's Generian World Cup, the Bastapan national team was defeated 5-0 in what has since been held to be the most crushing defeat in Generian football history, to this day tainting the legacy of the sport in Bastapa. Nowadays, the Colosseum is used for other sports, such as basketball, which was brought over by bored Revivians, and wrestling events, of which the Annual Bastapan Wrestling Tournament is one, and its beginnings as a football venue have been quietly forgotten.
After some conversation between Lucifer and the front gate guards, the party is led up several flights of stairs and into....well, exactly what you expect out of a sports stadium, with rows upon rows of seats full of people, vendors hawking street food running up and down the stairs. You can sense that the audience is disgruntled, hearing people muttering about how they were promised a show and didn't get any, and as you get closer to the front, you see why.
On the wrestling ring in the middle lie dozens of unconscious competitors in the tournamnet, and standing over them is a man in great blue armor, short black hair and glasses, hands extended to show himself off. Beside him are a bald, short but clearly muscular man, encased in jet-black armor, bearing a massive shield and a brutal-looking blade resembling a butcher's knife more than a sword, and a lithe, red-haired woman in form-fitting red clothes, a whip coiled up at her side.
"Come one, come all! I'm just getting started! Would anyone else like to fuck with this baron?"Mixed noises of booing, approval and people raring to go fight him can be heard. The baron snorts, adjusting his glasses.
"Come on, Bastapans! Give me a REAL fight!"At that point, he seems to finally spot Lucifer, his eyes darting towards him. He grins.
"Ah, you. I thought you were leaving, but I see you brought friends. Scared you won't measure up?"
"No, just saving you the humiliation of having some prettyboy beat you at your own game in front of countless dozens of beautiful Bastapans. At least with friends, it'll look like you put up a fight instead of getting your backside handed to you on a silver platter."
"Ugh, give it a rest, you stupid idiot! You've dragged us around like your servants, subjected us to your stupid unfair deals and made us work for someone like you! At least make it QUICK, stupid!"
