The rising dust, the sound of metal, wood, and skin clashing, slashing, and smashing. Clear except for the people, animals, and a few pillars. I see no reason at all that I should have to walk into a big open space just to get mauled by a bear or lion or get stabbed or slashed by a sword when I don't expect it. I see a sword and a shield lying on the ground directly in front of me. I think to myself, “Whoever this belonged to, didn't make it very far.” This felt like all out war was going on right in front of my eyes. I saw an arrow flying in my direction. I duck to avoid getting hit in the head but i wasn't quite fast enough to get completely clear of it so the arrow takes off a spot of my hair. It takes that happening for me to remember that long hair wasn't the best idea the last time I was here. I reach down and grab the sword. I contemplate whether I really need the shield or not and decide that, even though I don't think i’ll need the shield, i'm going to take it because it's better to be safe than sorry. I notice a pattern and an apparent alliance between different groups of people. The different alliances are wearing matching colors. They have 5 red men, 4 blue, 8 green and, 1 purple. I'm on my own. The purple wasn't at one time but now he is alone like me.