By Scaporius Pulex Ah, the arena. The clanging of armor, the thrill of victory, the mud and sweat and sting of defeat. And, of course, the beautiful clink of gold coins. Nothing in the whole of Tamriel competes. I do fancy myself something of connoisseur when it comes to this most noble sport, and I've developed favorite fighting styles, too. No warrior impresses me more than the one who charged into the battle with a weapon in each hand—sure in their skill, coordinated beyond belief, and unafraid of the enemy's attacks. None better represent the true spirit of the arena.