Czernobog vs Acere

Yawning, a slate-gray coydog with white brindling wanders into the group. He appears to be a warrior in his prime, but he can barely keep his eyes open and they droop and threaten to stay closed with every blink. ”Ok,” he says, yawning again. ”Let’s get this over with. You and you, go on over there and fight.” He indicates Czernobog and Acere with barely more than a nod of the head, then stumbles over to a ring of stones set into the ground in a circle and plops down. He doesn’t look much like he’s going to be awake for the whole fight, but for now he blinks sleepily at the pair. ”Don’t step out of the ring, I decide the winner, blah blah blah. Ok go.” His head droops towards Czernobog in a gesture that could either be him falling asleep or telling them to go first, but was probably the latter.