The colloseum was raging with excitement as Shinji was entering the arena, the ground stained red with the blood of those who fought before him. This battle was his first and he had no idea who his enemy would be. He looked up into the sun, embracing its warmth. He was as alert as he could ever be. Shinji did not like the smell of blood, but he had grown customed to it as he had fought many beast that reaked worse than blood. He walked out into the center of the arena waiting for his opponent. All of sudden his opponent was storming at him like a bull.