The soft wind ruffled his long brown hair as he was helped to secure his custom made seemingly glowing silver armor.

“Ready sir”, said one of the peasants.
The man clumsily shuffled towards the rusted barred door. Ever so slowly the door was raised revealing the blinding sunlit arena. He had been practicing for this event for several long grueling months. This brown haired, muscular, silver clad man’s name was Gregor. Ever since the king’s brother took over the kingdom Gregor had lost everything. He also was exceptionally hot headed proving to be a bad attribute when he challenge Firetail , the kings brother, to the King’s arena.

The crowd cheered bringing Gregor back down to Earth. Firetail swiftly moved into the arena in his gold plated armor embelished with his flaming lion crest. He suddenly motioned for the gates to be closed and then drew out his ruby encrusted gold hilted sword. This was the moment Gregor had been waiting for for years.