Spectator benches/buffet
The god was watching the fights with interest. On another planet with another background he would have joined the conversations and betting. Instead he decided to keep at the side and watch the fights unfold. Every so often his eyes strayed from the fighters to his daughter and her concentrated face as she tried to keep up with the movements of the fighters. It sparked a peng of pride. Five years and she had changed from an insecure person with no weapon skills to a competent fighter who was content to measure her skills against those of others.