Prakess was a cold world and the Rancor beast was an intimidating creature. These two things should not be put together ever in order to make an entertaining fight. This grand tournament seemed cruel in nature, but the public loved all the harsh climates and death defying circumstances. The best part for some was that nobody could die. That was the only part that Granvier didn't like about it.
He stood in the middle of an open field and waited for the rest of the participants to arrive. He was teamed with the Jedi Grandmaster, something he took as a great priviledge, for he figured that he would not be able to lose with the most powerful force user on his side. On the other side, a bounty hunter and some sort of project which he knew nothing about. Off in the distance, he could hear a rumbling of the Rancor approaching the fighting area to disrupt their otherwise peaceful match. Oh, it would be fun.
He stood in the middle of an open field and waited for the rest of the participants to arrive. He was teamed with the Jedi Grandmaster, something he took as a great priviledge, for he figured that he would not be able to lose with the most powerful force user on his side. On the other side, a bounty hunter and some sort of project which he knew nothing about. Off in the distance, he could hear a rumbling of the Rancor approaching the fighting area to disrupt their otherwise peaceful match. Oh, it would be fun.