Rand walked along the edge of the rink. He had been waiting for a long time to fight an enemy his own size and the fact that he was to be a Lizarian made it even better. Most of the people he had fought over the years had been human and because of that they had to go armed, but fighting a Lizarian would be very very interesting. Rand and his challengers were but mere inches apart so size was not a problem, and he had agreed to unarmed combat. But what of the other combatants how would they fair in size. If they are too big this might become pointless if to small no fun.

Still pacing he began to remember the last time he had had a fair fight of size, it was back when he found himself attacked by bandits hundreds of them after his escape with his rescuers they were attacked again. Where, for the first time in over five-hundred years, he had fought a centaur. But his luck proved to betray him as the centaur was not trained in combat but for a basic knowledge. But from what he heard about his soon be rivals this would be a very interesting sight. But for him it will be a very enjoyable fight.

Rand looked up suddenly as several fighters entered the rink. From the look of them this fight was going to be more than enjoyable. he walked to the center and spoke to those who just arrived "Are you ready my friends or shall we wait for others if they are to come?"


(OOC: Sorry i'm not really that good at starting topics.

As Lucrotias Maw made his way through the winding halls to the arena, his excitement grew. 'This is to be my first real battle' he thought to himself, anticipation for the stinging blows he was going to feel from his opponents and the ones he was going to give in return distracting his train of thought. It was believed in his village that to give and receive pain in battle was a show of strength and courage almost matching that of actual victory. He reveled in the pain. The pain was bliss to him. He knew that even in defeat, every blow made him stronger. He had trained for most of his 61 years of life for this, and he knew there was no better time than now.

When he had been anonymously contacted about the non-human, weaponless arena battle that was being hosted, Lucrotias knew it was a sign to come out of hiding and begin his mission of redeeming himself in the eyes his village. Even thinking of the painful memory was enough to weaken his excitement, but he knew that if he was to succeed, he would have to overcome this weakness and use it to strengthen his determination for the coming challenges. Besides, this weaponless battle was a perfect starting point for his quest, for he had done all his training in forests without a weapon, hunting the native creatures of whatever land he happened to be in at the time, 'and besides,' he thought to himself, 'humans cheated.'

He thought back on his past. Lucrotias Maw was not his real name, merely one he was going to use until he restored his honor. The name itself amused him, being that of a great hero from one of the stories his den mother used to tell him when he was still a hatchling. He was about to enter the arena as an idea came to him. 'I should probably wait to enter,' he thought, 'it may help to study my opponents first.' His excitement grew when he saw that some of the competitors were already there. Lucrotias Maw was in a good mood again and rightly so. One challenger in particular looked to be more than worth the effort of traveling such a distance. 'A centaur,' he thought with wicked glee. ‘Yes, this is going to be an enjoyable match indeed, ‘he laughed to himself as he slipped quietly to the edge of the arena to watch the other competitors enter.

Roja was in his cage-like room for a week now, he grew impatient of waiting for a battle. He wanted to rip through the flesh of his enemies. Guards stood outside of his room to assure he did not go on a rampage. Now, here he was in darkness and boredome, his horns dimly lit by a small torch mounted on a wall. He knew the guards stood there in fear and he enjoied it. A messanger came, quivering at the sight of Roja Bloodbane. The messanger was young and held a note, but he was frozen in fear. A low chuckle bellowed out of the Minotaur's throat as he reached for the paper. The messanger quickly released it and ran down the hallway as if a demon was chasing him. The note was an invitation to an arena battle. A grim came upon Bloodbane's lips in the dark and he opened the caged door. The guards were suprisingly unfazed but quickly made their ay out of his path.

Roja's hooves thundered with each step, all he could think about was battle and watching his enemies bleed. Everybody who was in Roja's way quickly darted out of it, he would not stop for somebody who wasn't even a challenge but he still gave off that air of darkness. The arena door stood big and Roja's excitement grew, each thunderous step brought him closer to a battle that would quell his desires. It may be a weaponless battle but it was still one he would enjoy. The enterance to the arena rolled up and Roja stepped out onto the battlefield, he could see two opponents: One was a Centaur and the other was Lizarian, hopefully worth any effort. Roja let out a roar as the enterance slammed behind him and he looked upon his enemies, eager for them to make the first move.

He could feel a rumbling that sent a shiver up his spine. Lucrotias could smell the stench of this unknown foe even before it entered the ring, a stench he knew all too well, a stench he had hoped never to smell again. Then it was there. The minotaur stepped through the entrance and came to a halt in the center. Lucrotias was filled with icy dread as the memories came flooding back of when he had unknowingly betrayed his village, and the same time he was overcome with a burning rage as he looked upon this unforeseen foe. ‘It was the fault of his kind that I was banished from my village,’ he thought to himself. ‘How was I supposed to know those mercenaries would cause so much damage and death? That they would kill my father?’ He thought with the hate burning in his belly. ‘This was going to be an almost imposable battle,’ he thought. ‘But I’m going to enjoy making this minotaur hurt, and bleed, before this is over.’ Lucrotias stepped forward menacingly, ready for whatever they had to throw at him.

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In a large cage, a tall and strong bloodthirsty Lupine stood there. He had been captured last week by surprise and Vahn had been scaring away all guards that had come in. He was thirsty for blood, and to wreck some havoc. In the darkness, he saw a human approach the guards. After several minutes of waiting, a guard carrying a spear and sword approached his cage. The guard unlocked the door and stepped back, the Twelve foot nine Vahn pushed open the door. Vahn roared a bloodcurdling Roar, the guard fell down on the ground. Vahn turned his head towards the Guard, he watched as the man crawled back. With every step that he took, the ground shook as he approached the door.

There was only one thing on Vahn's Mind, He was thirsty for blood and wanted to watch his enemy bleed. Vahn felt excitement flow through his veins as he took each step close to the door. Everyone in his way ran away with fear, the entrance to the arena rolled up in front of him and Vahn walked out onto the battlefield. Vahn saw three opponents: One was a Centaur, One was a Lizarian and the last was a Minotaur. Vahn let out another Bloodcurdling Roar, it was more cold and deeper than before. Fresh blood stained his fur as he walked into the rink. The battle was to be unarmed, and this was an advantage to Vahn. He had strong claws and powerful bite. His only real threat to him was the Minotaur, the horns could easily pierce his skin and would leave him injured. Vahn shook the thought and realised yet another bloodcurdling roar, he snarled as well and showed his sharp teeth to his opponents. Vahn was ready to fight but he would not make the first move in this battle, his was not too eager or shy. He preferred to defend then attack.