It is night time in the imperial city, the market district is quite as the shops have closed, the beggars asleep in their beds, but a quite stepping of feet is heard along the roofs of the homes as a lone thief is seen running along towards the arena, which has much noise coming from it's area, a great fight has been going through out the day, a battle of stamina and strength, one gladiator against a legion of guards, he is a wanted criminal and a member of the black hand, the leader in fact. He was found trying to assassinate the leader of the blades, who have reformed into a group of renegade guards that dwell in the underbelly of the city, they have no calling now, so they have turned to being criminals, those that have not been accepted into the legion. In the fight the gladiator's only visible armor is a bulky robe and hood, and he wields just a short sword, but they both have an odd sheen to them, as one of the guards lunge at him, he parries the blow and a small burst of fire can be seen coming off of his blade.
Another guard comes up behind him and he jumps over his head and stabs down into the exposed flesh between the guards curiass and his helmet. The smell of burnt flesh and blood starts to fill the air as more bodies pile around the Man. He looks over his shoulder as his feet hit the ground and he dissapeared.
"HE WENT INVISIBLE!" one of the guards yells as his neck blossoms a crimson flower of blood. He falls to the ground and twitches for a second before the rest of his head is separated from his body.
A small red glow is seen above the arena before a giant fireball comes down and incinerates all of the guards. A soft clinking of armor is heard as the man becomes visible again. He pulls back his hood, his face is scarred and torn, his hair matted from the hours he has been fighting, but his eyes hold a bright gleam to them, a shine that is only in those of eternal youth. as he walks out of the open gate to the blue team blood pit.
His shoulders tense up as he walks past the a pool of blood on the ground. An arrow flies past his head barely catching his left ear, the small cut still causes him immense pain and he falls over grabbing his head. He hears foot steps and he looks up to see a pair of plain steel boots.
"Owyn? Why did you do this?" he gasps out as blood pools around him. He winces in pain as the boot flashes across his face.
"That pathetic old fool, you think me to be him?" a malicious voice resounds in his head. "I see you still have yet to see that it is your younger brother, Merak, i see you still keeps fathers sword," Merak says as he bends down and picks up the sword that lay forgotten at his side. He reaches for it but tendrils of lightning shoot out and sear his flesh.
"WHAT THE HELL?!" He screams in pain as his hand smokes from the lightning. "KIAREX WHAT DID YOU DO?!"
"I... I don't know... that has never happened before" he smiles a little, then Merak's boot connects with his face and his world goes black.