Ambrose slowly rose from where he sat. His imposingly large figure commanding respect. Beside him, standing on it’s head was Cataclysm, a truly unique gravity hammer, parts from many sources made up the weapon, and it missing the bulky head characteristic of the weapon. Of all the officers he was one of the most respected by those that served under him, and feared by all others.
He looked down at the pilot, before turning his attention to one of his vulcan’s “Give him a hammer, see what he can do.”
The Vulcan nodded. A weapon was handed to to Eren. The Vulcan slapped the pilot on the back, knocking him forward, into a large, rectangle sunken into the ground, heavily scared and beaten through hundreds of combats. He stretched briefly before hefting his own weapon, and also entering the ring. He positioned himself at the opposite end to Eren, and looked to Ambrose, who had taken his seat again.
Ambrose raised his right hand, and made a Fist, signalling the fight to begin.