[ Was the "Your arena has been set..." thing a reference to Zoids? XD ]
Reyen appeared from the shadows. He had always been there, in plain view in the arena, but eyes would pass over him as something ordinary, some part of the background. He wore the same clothes as the night before, but carried what appeared to be a sword belt over one shoulder. He slowly slipped off his shirt, retrieving the buttons and placing them in a small pouch. He did the same for his boots and his belt. He didn't want anyone stealing the buttons, now did he? Shirt gone, he could be seen wearing a black tattered tank top, over the aforementioned comfortable pants. His shoes were gone, revealing pale bare feet. He wore two gauntlets on his arms, and, underneath them, he wore dark grey hand wraps. The gauntlets were simple black leather, the left one containing a silver rune inscribed disk, encircled by other runes, the other a miniature crossbow, bow arms folded back. One bolt was loaded, so to speak, and two other lined the left side, each no more than 5 inches. He buckled on his swordbelt, the pouch containing buttons tied on as well. On the left rested a sword, sheathed, with an ebony handle and a silver diamond shaped connection between blade and hilt. On the right, held in a loop of leather, was a silver baton, rune inscribed, but not quite gleaming. Shockingly, he removed both of his gauntlets, with a small latch, and tossed them on the pile of his things. This showed that the hand-wraps went down his forearms about three quarters of the way. He slowly began walking to the center, careful of any potential traps."Whenever you're ready."
[ Bleh, iffy post. ]