I had only been here a few days and I already felt out of place. A part of me missed the training I used have alone with Seba, but this place was just too damn big.

I walked around the mountain aimlessly, wishing there was something more interesting to do; Seba was occupied with his new job as quartermaster and lord only knew where my friend, Gavner Purl, had gone off to.

On that note, I wandered into the Halls of Sport figuring I might as well pass the time playing games than doing nothing. Looking around, I spotted a match currently taking place on the bars. I walked over and watched the match along with a crowd of others. A rather large, burly vampire was up there facing a young woman (she could not have been any older than myself) with long black hair that was tied up in a ponytail. My first thought was something along the lines of "Okay, how bad is she going to loose," but that was before she knocked the other vampire to the floor within a matter of seconds.

Damn.

"Alright, who's next?" she hollered from the bars. I watched as several vampires, one after another, challenge her and loose miserably.

"Anyone else?" she asked as if no one would dare to take her on. I smirked. The last few guys were weak, but this would be a cake walk for me. I grabbed a staff and jumped up on the bars like the cocky bastard I was.

"Ah, a new face." she smiled. "What might your name be?"

"Larten Crepsley." I stated, with complete confidence.

"Well, Larten," she said raising her staff, "why don't we start with a little greeting?"

With that said she charged at me with her staff. I had moved out of the way just in time. Damn she was fast. Without giving me a moment to think about what was coming next, she swung the staff down at me, just barely giving me enough time to duck down and block it with my own.

"You call this a greeting?" I hollered at her.

"You may back out if you wish." she said with a smirk.

I began to laugh as I stood up. "Yeah right," I smiled, eyes determined and filled with fire, "Come on, give it your best."

"You have spirit," she laughed, "try not to let it get the best of you!" She came at me harder and faster this time, backing me into a corner. A tried for the offensive, but failed miserably, she dodged the attack got passed me, making her final move.

I ended up on falling back first on the ground. She jumped down to one of the lower bars, she looked down at me. "The name's Arra, Arra Sails. Welcome to the Mountain, Larten." she smirked.