The sun broke through the black smoke belching from the arena and glittered off the gold finish covering the viking centaur warrior's shotgun-time machine. What was left of the crowd let out a slow, rythmic, roar; for across the floor of the crimson stained fighting pit, past the arrow filled dinosaur corpses, ripped out cybernetic parts, burning vampires, spent bullet casings, blood covered hippy dasies, steampunk panzer tanks, lost holy relics and wizard staffs, entered his challangers: The Big Damn Heroes!