Fire in the hole. (Open)

[Sting]

Sting entered the Growzer pit. Named after its previous owner who lost it and his name in the very pit that was named after him. The crowd roared at his arrival. Sting was starting to become a club favorite. The contest was a simple one. Two men, one arena, two curved short swords.

The dust stirred in the pit. Sting hunched his shoulders and popped his neck. This was getting good to him. He was really starting to enjoy himself. To think other people passed there whole lives without any excitement. How could they stand it. Sting pulled his sword. A wicked curved blade with a bone handle. One of his personal favorites. Growzers dead body fell to the ground. After all Sting needed his weapon that held him to the wall.

The crowd grew more excited the fight was soon to begin. Who would it be this time? Sting didn't really care. As long as they put up a challenge.
The buzzer sounded and the Blast doors in the Arena started to rise....

[Xander Caine]

The sound of a match being lit across the wall of the Growzers pit waiting room echoed with the sound of excitement. Then it slowly rose to his face lighting the hand rolled cigar that hung from his lips. The taste of it gave him the energy to conutine his day and to get ready for the fight.

Suddenly the doors to the pit slowly began to open. Inch by inch it revealed the battle area of the pit, and the man that he was soon to come in contact with.

By the now open door stood a rack of rusty weapons, which appeared to have allot of experience in battles. The blades were nicked, rusty, and unsharp but they were suitable for the fight that was to soon to come. He reached over and grabbed two of short curved bladed swords from the rack and began moving into the pit ready for the fight as the door closed behind him.

Showing no attention to the now screaming crowd he set his eyes on his target. Showing that he was ready for the fight

[Sting]

Sting slid the blades across his forearms wiping the blood of Growzer clean. The former champion did not like parting with it. But he doubted the new guy would be any more willing.

Sting ran and jumped flipping forward. He landed in the middle of the Arena. It served no purpose, but to entertain the crowd. Sting of course, played it up big. This cocky display would improve buisness. He looked at the new challenger. His years of training with General DeSang and his own experiences would come in real handy in the Pit.

Sting smiled as he always smiled at his enemy. Many died with his smile being the last thing they saw. "Come on then maybe they will name the Pit after you once your gone." Sting said with a smirk. Yep, always after one of these fighting displays his buisness would boom for a year. It sucked to have to kill people to advertise but it sure beat actually paying for it.

[Vice]

The heroic warrior watched from the sideline turning in his chair with anticipation. Nervous no. Scared no. The word was anxious. Vice was anxiously waiting for his turn to be up. He was assigned to the second fight of the night wich would be after the one in recent progress. This was knew for Vice. He did not usually fell weird before fights for he had know reason to be. He had much expereince in combat of all sorts. Swordfighting being his specialty. Vice didn't care much for the fight that was now going on for his mind on the fight that was yet to come.



He was suppost to be fighting some man named Jarrek Neil. Well that was what the match up list said. He hadn't cared much for who the competition was as long as it was one. Vices enemies did not change the power that he contained. The recent activity in the arena would usually bring much more excitement to Vice but his mind on the fight that lay ahead in his future therefore it began to bring boredom but with the champion Sting in the ring that might change. He began to look around the room at all the uniuqe styles of the individuals outside of the ring.

[Xander Caine]

The Xander Pits. I don't know It just doesn't have the right ring to it"

He stood there a moment thinking it over in his head, trying to think of a name that would sound good...even though it didn't really have anything to do with the fight at hand. After a moment he put it out of his mind and started to walk toward the center of the ring. The crowd was screaming with excitement but it didn't really interest Xander at all, it was only background noise, nothing else.

He made his self ready and smirked in the direction of his challenger and said "You first"

[Sting]

Sting feinted a kick, then swinging his blade down he cut Xander's face. A small amount of blood landed in the dirt. "You second." Sting said with a cocky attitude..

The crowd roared!! They loved a winner...
Sting went quiet. Playtime was over and the fighting was soon to begin.

[Khalan Shaar]

Khalan lifted her tchin in annoyance causing the rough matieral of her hood to shift slightly. Her bright yellow eyes scaned over Xander's now marred face, watching dark streams of blood fall to the arena floor. Having spent a fair amount of credits on Xander's victory she intended to see him succeed. A curse rolled off her tounge and she glared down at Sting, wishing for all of Ryloth she could choke that arrogant look right off his face.

With a deep sigh she leaned back against the uncomfortable seating, pulling the hems of the black cloak tighter against her small frame. One clawed hand reached up and tentifly tugged the hood of the cloak over her smooth bald head and then under the two protruding lekku's that hung loosely down her back. Now Khalan could see the two warriors faces clearly. Sting had become more serious, more attentive to the match. He looked ready to fight, he looked ready to kill. The crowd screamed for blood, but Khalan sat in silence waiting for Xander's next move.

[Sting]

The man just stood there with a dazed look. Sting did not think that he had the look of a rookie. Sting thought for a brief second of calling the fight. He would not continue with a man frozen in fear and unable to continue.