The winds, they struck up a memory that was only a but a dream to him. And yet, those howls. They only seem to remind of him of how fragile he really was. But now, wandering the depths of this hell, he couldn't help but feel invigorated. The constant whispers, and the screams of the damned only gave rise to all that he had witnessed on the battlefield. Generals whispering rumors, and soldiers screaming in agony. All of it, was something he loved to hear.
As he stood surveying this hellish arena from a flat plane, he could only see how suspended this battlefield really was. Only sixty-yards in either direction leads to inevitable doom. He was no strategist, but he could see that fighting beyond that was going to ensure a timely demise. He needed to take note of his play area, because if he was too zealous in his wanton murder than he could see himself swimming in magma real soon.
Hazards aside, he looked over at the pitiful daemon that appeared to be orchestrating this whole thing. He gave a toothy-grin, and a small snarl, as he spoke with boisterous attitude. "So! Who's gunna be my first meal!?" He looked around seeing if he could spot his opponent. He wondered what that disdainful daemon had in store for him. He couldn't possibly account for all variables, but it was nice to know that he was going to be eating someone.