Zilena made several strong flaps with her wings as she soared over the city. the wind whistled past her hair as she flew above the clouds, taking looks through breaks. the city lay far below, the buildings looking like toys. she was looking for the arena as shed been told it was a great place to practice and test ehr skills. She flapped a couple more times, her leather wings making loud thumping sounds on the air. Her hand rested gently ont he pommel of her sturdy, old scimitar.
suddenly she caught a glimps of the arena through the clouds. She rolled suddenly and dived for the ground, the wind whistling past. She went through the clouds like an arrow and found herself looking at the ever closing ground. she pulled up above the buildings, speeding through the air towards the arena. Doing a twisting climb to get over the edge of the arena building, she barrel rolled, regaining control as she entered. She circled the arena for one pass before settling down gently in the middle of the field, and walking into the barracks area underneath.
"I hope the audience enjoyed the show." she thought with a grin.
She came across a poster on the wall that read : "Great battle between the heros! this afternoon in the arena! If you wish to participate, have a stout blade and strong arm, and sign your name in at the Arena Registar!"
"That looks fun." Zilena thought.
She ehaded to the registar quickly to sign up, it had a good many people there but things went smoothly and she got her name down.
"The battle begins in 2 hours time!" a man announced loudly.
Zilena nodded and headed towards the arena entrance where she sat down on a bench, waiting for the battle.

((will start when we get a good amount of people, maybe 4-6))

Temathil read the poster outside the arena. It talked about a battle royal. She didnt understand royal but she did understand battle. Was it some kind of special training for an upcoming battle?
She decided it would be best to join, incase there really is a battle coming up. She signed her name at the registar just after a man announced the two hour warning. As she walked around she found her friend Zilena. she ran up to her with a smile, waving. She gestured to the arena, asking if Zilena was in on this.

Griffin was looking to hone his skills in battle as he stood at the arena gates, gazing up at its interesting structure. The crowd was densely populating the arena and thoughts of what was going on fluttered through Griffin's mind. He shrugged as curiosity overcame him and he swept into the arena, a small breeze rusting his cloak out behind him. He ignored the crowd as he felt their stares on his back, his eyes locked on a tent in front of him. He wanted to find out what was going on, why all these people were disturbing his training. As he enterd he caught site of Temathil and another women. He nodded curtly at them as he pushed down his hood, exposing his head to the cool breeze. He glanced at a table and noticed a form.

After reading it through a devilish smirk spread his lips as he lifted a quill from the table. He dropped his hand to the paper and wrote; Harin Forenir. He didnt want the entire stadium to know his name, so his hands, out of habit scribbled down his cruel father's name. He dropped the pen carelessly back on the desk as he spun on his heal, his gaze falling on Temathil and the other women again. Were they competitors too? The thought rushed curiously through his mind.

Borgin was walking through the streets toward the arena. He had heard that there was some sort of fight there today. The dwarf had hered of these human gatherings, they were bloody, swetty, and loud. Just like a dwarf liked fights. He saw the large building up ahead, a large banner anouncing something on the side. A grin crossed his rugged features, raising his long beard about an inche. It said that there was a large battle happening today and anyone who wished to join could sign up. Perfect. He enjoyed a good fray anytime, and this should not be too hard. A human could hardly ever stand up to a dwarf in an all out melee. Hefting his mace, he walked through the doorways.

Quickly finding the anouncer, borgin walked up to him. "Where do ye sign up here boy?" he asked. As the man looked down at him with a scowl on his face, Borgin had to fight not luaghing. He wasn't a boy in human terms, but he couldn't be more than thirty, making him a boy by a dwarf. "Well, answer me, or I'll start the big fight right here." The man held out a slip of paper which had a couple of other names on it already. Grabbing it, he motioned again to the man." Ye got a pen?" One entered his hand. Borgin quickly signed his own name on the sheet, ignoring the others.

Handing it back to the anouncer, he walked into the arena, looking around at the stands. Not bad... for a building above ground. And built by humans. borgin could notice a few weakness in the structure. Well, thats what you got letting humans think they could build much. His gaze was drawn to the benches inside the pit. There were three elvish looking people down there. cursing under his breath, he made his way toward them. He was going to have to fight a bunche of stuck up elves. two were women, one a dangerous looking man. he was not going to take it easy on the women. He had fought beside elves before, not all too willingly, and he had seen them fight. They were just as fast as the men, and as deadly. Just like dwarf women. Borgin smiled at the thought. No dwarf woman was pampered. Not like humans.

Reaching the benches, he nodded to the other contestants nad took a seat across from the woman. One had an odd looking symbal on a neckalice. Borgin didn't know much about elven runes, but it looked like the one for quiet, or silence. Probably ment that she was mute. That might help her be quieter when attacking. No grunting or yelps of pain. Resting his mace on his lap, he leaned back and waited for the anouncer to say the fight was beggining