A large crowd of people cheered on into the underground arena that was hidden illegally under the towns Tavern. Two men were inside the arena, the main show for the night, and all of the crowd placed bets on the man they knew has Barenga, the local fighting champion who had never lost a fight. This fight had been going on a few hours and Barenga didn’t have a single scratch on him, hec he didn’t even feel out of breath, he was brimming with confidence that he would win this fight with ease and get a nice chunk of jewel from it. His opponent was trying for certain, however all of his attacks were doing nothing to brute known as Barenga, every swing from his sword didn’t leave a single scratch on the veteran fighter.
This swordsmen had taken a few blows and was standing on one side of the arena with his opponent on the other, he was wearing a swordsmen getup, with a tan overcoat with a white undershirt, on his right hip was a sheathed sword that had yet to be pulled, and on the other a sheathe whose sword was in the swordsmen’s hand. The most striking feature of this mage however, was his eyes, pale grey, his iris’s barely visible in comparison. He had only one spectator cheering for him, a short stout man, wearing a red shirt and black pants, he had black hair and a black overcoat, “Go on and get him Akeos, you can do it!” At this the swordsmen evidentally known as Akeos dashed forward and dodged a right hook from Barenga swinging his sword across his mid section, yet again not leaving a single scratch on the man. The crowd cheered and roared in laughter at this failed attempt, Akeos’s only supporter however, started to form a grin on his face.
This swordsmen had taken a few blows and was standing on one side of the arena with his opponent on the other, he was wearing a swordsmen getup, with a tan overcoat with a white undershirt, on his right hip was a sheathed sword that had yet to be pulled, and on the other a sheathe whose sword was in the swordsmen’s hand. The most striking feature of this mage however, was his eyes, pale grey, his iris’s barely visible in comparison. He had only one spectator cheering for him, a short stout man, wearing a red shirt and black pants, he had black hair and a black overcoat, “Go on and get him Akeos, you can do it!” At this the swordsmen evidentally known as Akeos dashed forward and dodged a right hook from Barenga swinging his sword across his mid section, yet again not leaving a single scratch on the man. The crowd cheered and roared in laughter at this failed attempt, Akeos’s only supporter however, started to form a grin on his face.
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