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A cloaked man walked through the dark, poverse streets of Forte Mondo. The streets he walked seemed barren, as there was no townsfolk in the once vibrant road. All of the streets across the city were the same, and had been for an entire year. The man looked to the sky, his hood falling down to his shoulders. His dark hair fell over his brown eyes, making it hard to see. He bore a double-bladed axe on his back, almost bigger than he was. The man's name was Tyson, his last name was lost when he became an arena combatant. Tyson continued down the street, which lead to a massive colliseum. A fight would be starting soon, and he was not one to miss a battle.

As Tyson arrived at the entrance a young boy sat there, a look of sheer annoyance. The boy's black spiky hair shook slightly as he berrated his fellow gladiator. "Geez Tyson, you ask me to meet you here and you make me wait, ugh you adults are all the same. You make such a big deal outta kid's being late but barely make it anywhere on time." Duama sat arms folded pouting, because of tyson he might've missed his chance at a good look at the action today.

"Calm down Duama, we haven't missed anything" Tyson smiled, placing two fingers on the boy's forehead. A bright flash blinded the small gladiator as the pair was transported into the arena's seating section. The two combatants were squaring off in the middle of the collisuem, the fight just moments from begining. "See, we made it on time" Tyson said, sitting on a stone bench nearby.

Creed sat in the areana looking out into the crowed and into the pit. He had a look of disgust and bordum. It was easy to tell this fight did not interest him in the least, but it was set up so he allowed it to go on. He was hoping that some one died though he was growing very tired of all the mercy fights. It completly disgusted him to think that anyone would show mercy to someone far weaker then them. He brushed this off and waited a few more minutes before he would start the fight

Alestrina sat motionless, above the emporer's place. It appeared that she was interested in todays fight, yet, it was the total opposite. She was tired of all those lame fights and wanted in on a good one. Looking down towards the emporer, she caught a glimpse of the back of his head and smirked. So many people hated this man, she didn't know who wouldn't come to like him. It just took some time. With a sigh, she leaned back in her seat and dreamed of what he had promised them so many times. Freedom. He had said they could win their freedom from this awfull world through the competition. That's the only reason why she wanted to do this. Glancing down at the field, Alestrina tuned out the surrounding crowd and began to assess the fighter's weaknesses, trying to predict the one who would win.

Tyson looked into the emperor's section of the collisuem, not with hate or dusgust, but with curiosity. Several champion-rank gladiators had challenged the emperor within the last year, and every one of them was slain on the spot. Now Tyson was next in line to fight the emperor, a man that some people were begining to believe was impossible to defeat. "Could I?" he thought, noticing the emperor Creed's boredom. "He'd better start this fight soon, I'm starting to regret showing up on time" Tyson said, looking at the two, no-name gladiators in the ring of sand.

Creed could not wait much longer, this was starting to iritate him so much, He stood up before his people and spoke. "The fight shall know begin, and i warn you if you fail to kill your opponent i will end you both." he added speaking mainly to the two in the arena at this very moment. He then sat back down and watched as the two fighters began to go at each other. Creed looked over at the side of his chair were his sword layed rest, he knew soon he would fight once more for his title except this time he hoped the fighter was a chalange.

Duama looked at tyson and noticed where he was looking. "So you're the next one to fight Creed right? Aw you're sooooo lucky! I've been fighting this whole time and no one takes me seriously. I've been fighting for half my life!" he said pouting again he then turned excitedly to tyson. "So what techniques are you gonna use?! Huh, what?!" he said jumping up and down.

"You realize that half your life's only 7 years, right?" Tyson laughed, his eyes staying focused on the fight before them. One combatant utilizing the wind element while the other attacked with water. "As for your question, I have been working on a new technique. Whether or not the move will work against Creed is still a mystery, however." Tyson sighed.

The two combatants were equaly matched, neither taking any serious damage for quite some time. After a rigerous battle that may have put some of the audience members to sleep, the wind elemental defeated his opponent, cutting off the water user's right arm.

Duama yawns at the spectacle, "C'mon, I with Creed on this one, just kill the guy already, without both arms he cant use his attacks, he'll beg for mercy, if he-" Duama is then intrrupted by the overly sad sobbing of the water user. "and he we go ladies and gentleman." he said disappointed by such a weak fighter.

The wind user stopped and was going to allow the water user to live. Creed then stood and grabbed his sword. He jumped down into the arena looking at the both of them, "I warned you" is all he said. he then appeared on the other side of both of them and the two were now lying in half. "some one come and clean this up." he orderd one of the gaurds standing near. "I will no longer allow weakness, this is becoming sad, my kingdom will not be weak, not as long as i live!" He yelled to the people from the arena as he pulled out a cloth and wipped the blood from his sword.

Duama tsked as he looked away "Weaklings always spoil a good fight, everytime." he sighed as he stood up "let's go Tyson....tyson, yo!" Duama began waving his hand in tyson's face. it was no use....tyson eyes were fixed on Creed.

Alestrina laughed at his impatience. "That always has been your flaw," she murmered under her breath. Leaning back, she rested her head against an empty seat behind her and stretched her legs out infront of her. Too much sitting... when will I get to fight? She thought, eying Creed.

Tyson had vanished from his seat in the stands, blocking Creed's sword with his axe before it could kill the winner of the battle. Unfortunatley, he did not appear in time to save the other combatant. "Who are you to determine this man's fate? The fate of a man whom has earned the right to live and fight again?" Tyson asked, pushing forward with his weapon to seperate the two blades. "Is it the fate of every man who defies you to be struck down by your sword? Is that what our city has become?"

Duama sighs shaking his head "Here he goes again, getting all self righteous and crap." he said said jumping down after him and landing next to him.