The smoke settled on a stadium that had suddenly gone silent. The clamoring and cheering of the crowd melted to anxious, expectant whispers, every eye turning to the king. The sun slipped over the walls of the arena, and a few pale rays of light sought to shine across the scene. Every man was on edge, waiting, his own mind made up, but everything rested on the decision of the king.
Oh my goodness! This took a turn! I really hope Tyran survives.
I find the POV interesting here. What POV are you shooting for?