Come wind... Come snow... Guild these souls to the death at hand... Nothing can be seen more than fifteen feet in front of you, and the wind blows from whichever direction you are facing, forever lashing you directly in the face. The winds of darkness descend upon all souls as you try to concentrate on building up a last defense... The fighters are kept in bounds by a cliff, high upon a pillar directly into the highest point in the sky... The winds never subside, letting any soul brave enough to fight a chance to die...
Death Hazard:
Falling to death from miles and miles above the surface of Vexa.
Spectator Influence:
None
Arena Size:
It is a circular platform of about sixty feet diagonal.
