The spectators were chanting his name, "Dragonheart Dragonheart!" They cry for blood and the fighter just grins. He shoulders his claymore and heads into the arena to see his opponents, three fighters from the yellow team. Nothing he hasn't beaten before. He's fighting a Bsomer a Nord and an Imperial. The Bosmer shoots an arrow into him; he just looks at it before laughing. The Nord springs forward with a great axe spinning it around his head before bringing it down only to met by the champion's claymore. Catching the head of the axe on his blade the champion pulled the weapon ripping it out of the Nord's powerful grip before spinning and slashing off his head in a spray of blood. The crowd roared with approval as the champion ran his tongue over his lips picking up drops of the coppery liquid before turning to his two other opponents.
The Imperial was crouched low his shield out with his long sword poking over it. The Bosmer was behind with another arrow notched on his bow. The champion just laughed. The Bosmer let loose with his arrow keeping up a steady stream as the champion charged. The champion was bleeding from a dozen arrow wounds but he wasn't at all fazed. Then the Imperial charged forward. He stabbed with his sword moving through text book fencing maneuvers. The champion just blocked with his claymore before striking out in a wide arc catching the Imperial on his shield. The claymore sheared through it. The Imperial dropped the useless shield and pulled out a short sword. He back off as the Bosmer rushed forward launching even more arrows into the champion. The fighter was starting to look like a pin cushion but his heavy raiment held and he just ignored the pin pricks. The champion rushed forward towards the retreating wood elf and before he could draw his short sword the champion ran him through with his claymore, the elf's chest exploding in a shower of gore and blood. The elf's eyes were wide as he looked at the blade in him before they glazed over. The champion spun his claymore around throwing the body off of it. The crowd roared even louder at the brutal treatment. Finally the champion turned to the Imperial. The fighter gave a shout to Akatosh and charged his long sword swinging in high while his short sword stabbed in from the low. The Champion jumped back swinging his blade in a huge arc shearing through the Imperial's left arm. Dropping the large sword the champion sprung forward as the Imperial screamed and held his stump, pulling out a hand axe and slamming it into the warrior's head. The Imperial died in a shower of blood as the axe destroyed his skull.
The Champion laughed all the harder before striding out of the arena covered in the bits of his enemies.