Trial combat for return

Akryn sat leaning against one of the arenas wall, a wide straw hat tilted forward on his head and a gourd of sake in one hand, his sword stuck between his legs and leaning back against his shoulder. It had been quite some time since he had been to this arena, and he had to wonder if he could still move around these sand pits like he used to. Thankfully he had managed to locate someone around the arena who seemed willing to let him try out his skills again and get back into practice. Akryn looked up from his drink smiling a bit. "Hmm about that time I think."