Karanlos stood in the center of a dusty arena with sharp hardened kahel clay spikes reaching out from the walls of the giant oval. He was adorned with armor on his legs, arms and waist. Planted in the brown-orange dirt before him was a double tipped spear with a slightly curved blade, looking like a giant pizza slicer forged in the most fiery pits of hell. Karanlos was an Alkantauri boy, and today he faced a challenge every Alkantauri boy must face. To become a warrior you must fight like one... That is the Alkantauri male's job... As a boy, an Alkantauri's father trains him... Every ounce...