Meanwhile...
A few miles away from the arena, Kro sat on a treestump, looking at the arena. He had found himself some new clothes, donning a pair of black jeans and a black hoodie, which had a hoood that came down over his face, obscuring it from anyone else's vision. He scanned the arena, looking for any entrances or possible exits. Whatever Angder was planning, it wasn't going to be sane, he thought to himself.