As the sun shined brightly and the sky clear of clouds, no one would be found in the street or in their homes, no...they were in the arena. Cheering could be heard a mile away as a raging battle was brought to a conclusion. One lay standing, the other a bloodly pulp in the dirt. The man who was victorius, was taken away by the guards back to his cell. He remained with a sad face as he walked. As he was thrown into his cell he sat on the small bed and hanged his head remembering what brought him here in the first place.

Suddenly a man walked up to the guard that was guarding his cell and they seemed to have a conversation he couldn't hear. The guard allowed the man into the cell as he sat near the strange man. The man was very tall and seemed to have some expierience in the arena as he had a very strong build, he had a short beard and a bald head that says his fighting days are over. "Might i ask your name Gladiator?" He looked up with eyes that would pierce your soul and said "Raltheron...i don't have a last name" He hanged his head at those last words as the strange man said "My name is Kelthar Renton, and i am here to purchase you as one of my personal gladiators"
Raltheron didn't jump at the idea but he was happy that he would leave this cell he had been in for over 7 months. "Well if it gets me out of here i'll go anywhere" he said, with a slight bit of jesting in his voice. "Then i believe we have a arrangement" He stood and left the cell with a smile on his face.

The next day he was taken from his cell to the arena, but this time they didn't give him a weapon as usual instead he was going to fight with his hands, the crowd cheered as he saw his opponent, the guards uncuffed him as he took his battle stance. The Trumpets sounds telling everyone to get ready...they played once more as the battle began.

Raltheron charged as did the other man. The man obviously not well trained swinged with a left hook stopping his charge as Raltheron fell to his knees and slid under using his momentum he then quickly got up and spinned letting his leg swing out and it connected with the man on the right side of his face as he was turning. The man spun back as he was now filled with rage he charge at Raltheron grabbing him in the waist and threw him over his shoulder and Raltheron fell to his back. Just as the man was bringing his fist down Raltheron put his hands behind his head with his palms on the ground his brought his right foot up to connect with the man's nose with precision and strength the man's nose was now spilling blood as he was very spotted a rock about the size of his palm and he grabbed it. He threw it at the man as it hit him in the stomach, he grunted in pain. Raltheron took that opportunity and charged leaping and connecting his right fist with the man's forehead in the air and the man fell and didn't get back up...he was breathing but out cold.

The guards took Raltheron back to his cell and that was the high point of Raltheron's day...so far.