Do these disclaimers even mean anything?

The man stood motionlessly on the side-lines of the large arena. It was a large, round structure perched on top of one of the many sky-scrapers that surrounded the royal palace. With its main tower reaching far into space, the palace was the highest building on the planet and the epi-centre of their nation. Even from the centre of the arena, the top of the tower was invisible, hidden by dense, red clouds. Still, although imposing, nobody around the arena paid it any mind. I was what was happening inside the dome-like stadium that held their attention.

Currently only three figures in the arena were left alive – or at least conscious. They faced each other, drifting in mid-air, panting hard from the exhaustion that came with fighting for what had at least been five hours. They were in a deadlock, none of them daring to make the first move. Each of them knew that whoever attacked first would be ambushed from behind by the fighter they had not chosen to attack, so they continued staring at each other, hoping that another would lose their temper fist.

The man on the side-lines observed them carefully. He reckoned that the biggest one of them – a large fighter with weirdly short hair for their race and a reputation for recklessly relying on his size – would try to attack first. He would go for the girl naturally, trying to knock her back into the energy shield that held them captive in the arena, relying on the momentum that his size advantage would grant him. Her only hope would be to be quick enough to dodge his as well as the third fighters attack so that he would be blown into the shield himself.

The man's eyes were fixed on her, trying to make out whether she had enough energy left to dodge fast. He sincerely hoped so but he could also see that she was in poor shape. Her unruly back hair was no longer held back by her usual ponytail but was flowing freely around her head in a manner that made her look even more like himself. It was much longer than his though, reaching almost her mid-back. Drenched in sweat, several strands stuck to her face and neck as she continued to breathe hard. Her green and black upper body armour was cracked in several places, ready to burst apart as soon as she took another hit. Her long-sleeved back body suit had lost its right sleeve almost completely and was ripped open across both of her bloody knees.

He squinted nervously against the light of the setting sun that was slowly turning the light red sky into a darker, almost bloody colour. It was a beautiful sight really, considering none of them had was ever supposed to see it again. In all honesty, they were all supposed to rot in hell, he thought, but still, for some reason they were alive again and had been for the past thirteen cycles.

With a loud buzz the floodlights around the arena came to life to combat the spreading darkness. They were not meant for the fighters benefit, they all could see quite well in the dark. They were there for the approximately thirty small, restless drones that zipped about the arena in a seemingly meaningless pattern, collecting data of the participating fighters and checking if the fallen ones were still alive. If they were, they were removed from the field by larger robots that moved in from the side-lines. The dead ones would just be left to be cleared out after the battle. Franky it was a waste, he thought, there were hardly enough of them left to afford killing each other instead of their enemies.

Inside the arena the big man suddenly came alive, pushing himself through the air toward the girl just as he had anticipated. She must have anticipated the same, because she immediately started to move out of his path – only to be caught by an energy blast from the last fighter. She had attempted to dodge that one as well but it hit her left shoulder dead on. The armour bust with a loud crack that almost drowned out the disgusting crunch that followed a mere millisecond later, when her shoulder broke.

So yeah. I should be writing a paper. Instead I wrote this. Great. Just great.

So, native speakers. How did I do?