After syncing herself into the stadium, Aman took a moment to recover from the woozy feeling of teleportation out of the real world. Even though this was a virtual reality, she didn't look or feel any different than before. Everything seemed completely natural. After she had stood, waiting in the circle, the arena itself disappeared and instead brought with its absence a new domain. The first thing that she noticed was the feeling of sunshine on her face, and the initial thought that she couldn't have been warped into a better environment. Well, aside from the water, which she didn't particularly like - but the heat was nice and warm, and this was the sort of thing she was used to. Over her shoulder rested the grand blade Dragon's Scale: a beautifully crafted red greatsword. When placed against level ground, the blade extended almost as far as her chest. The hilt was manufactured from the scales of a red lava dragon, and could probably be used as a weapon of its own just to give someone a bruise. The blade was clear and made of a translucent, almost diamond-like substance that seemed to sparkle when hit with direct sunlight. It could also be turned into a gun; but for now, it was a sword.
Presently she spent a moment to just take in the scenery around her with as passive an expression as ever. The sands beneath her feet were slippery, but not impossible to traverse with the right momentum. What was more worrisome were the rocks sticking out of the shoreline and promising a face full of sand if one were to trip over them, or worse. Her eyes fell on the extremely tall, steep escarpment that loomed over her head some tens of yards away. On one side they were surrounded by ocean, and on the other an impassible rock wall. One might feel rather like a caged animal in these circumstances, but she paid it no mind. There were miles of land along the beach for their brawl, and that was more than enough for her. This environment would prove an ample battlefield.
The screaming and cheering of the crowd caught her ears, and the Dragon Priestess lifted her head to look around her. Luckily it was far-off, and the noise was minimal; not too much of a distraction. Merely to humor them, though, she lifted her fist into the air and listened as the shouts grew ever louder and more excited. Better put on a good show for the people. Aman was prepared to lose, if that was what it came down to, and she would accept it with little conflict. If it happened that she could no longer fight and was taken out of the match, then so be it. It would only drive her to work harder next time. Now all she had to do was wait for her opponent, the large brute of an ork berserker. Her hair blew gently in the mild breeze, bringing with it the scent of salt and seaweed. "I am prepared."