There are certain conditions that all conscious beings must abide by, no matter how sophisticated or enlightened their society may have become. Nourishment. Rest. Reproduction. But there is one more instinct. One so deeply buried, yet it too, cannot be ignored. Violence. It ensures survival, soaked in the blood of the innocent and criminal alike. This is the world that Ni'lo is forced into the brutal coliseum, torn away from all that is familiar, and thrust into the care of a grudging gladiator.