The rise of an Unknown Combatant

[Jet]

Jet wanders through the imperial city until he finds himself at the most savage of places, the Arena. Curiosity peaks his interest as he approaches the gate. The smell of sweat and blood filled his nostril. The bowstaff upon his back gently sways back and forth. He cautiously enters the bloodworks and by chance, the first person he meets is Owyn. Without another chance to change his mind, he is quickly signed up for the Arena. He is now a Pit Dog

Pressured into the Blue Team, he wonders what awaits him inside the arena. He goes to the changing rooms and puts on his light raiment and steps to Owyn and says he is ready to go in. He steps through the gate into the red room and sees the small fountain, he dips his hands into it and then realizes what fills the fountain isnt water, but Blood. He lets the blood run down from his hands and looks back up to the gate that awaits before him.

He knocks on the gate and says he is ready. The gate slowly starts to open with the anticipation of a new challenger. The roar of the crowd hit him with his first step into the Arena, the small pathway to the large arena looks immense. Jet looks at the walls as he slowly passes and notices all the marks most likely made by someone clawing and screaming to be let out, just before he was slain by his opponent. He stands out in the open as the rain of screams echo down upon him.

"DONT DIE TOO FAST NEWBIE!"

"KILL, KILL, KILL, KILL!"

"100 GOLD ON THE YELLOW TEAM!"

Shouts of all types came raining down, he looked up to see the Yellow gate slowly start to open. Jet expected another fighter to come out of the gates, but the Yellow Team was looking down upon him, they sent wolves. Jet grasped his staff tight and started spinning it wildly around him. "d**n Bastards," he started. "How dare they look down on me!"\With his last of his roar, the end of his staff caught fire and the fire grew and spiraled around Jet.

The three wolves circled around Jet being cautious of the fire. Then, unexpectedly, the fire shot out and engulfed each wolf with the searing flames. The wolves yelped in pain and the crowd was left speechless from this sudden assault of flames, but not for long. The roars of the crowd started back up, now praising this contestant. The burning flesh of the wolves filled the stadium as Jet turned and walked back to his gate. The wolves lied on the ground dead. He walked back to the Red room and sat down on the Bench, contemplating his next move. His performance would surely bring a fighter out next time. He just had to wait for one to want to arrive.

[Jet]

Jet sits in wait as he hopes the Yellow Team to send out a true combatant this time. He twiddles his fingers as his pride is damaged at the outrage of wolves. He normally didnt get into fights like this but after they dare to send beasts instead of a warrior, he refuses to let it slide. He has made up his mind, to conquer the Arena. He alone will stand at the top of this bloody palace and claim his title. Just as he starts to daydream about being on top, the guard at the gate motions for him to come. Another battle, did they send beasts? Did they send a warrior? He wishes so badly to find out.

He stands up from his bench and goes to the gate, he grips his staff and prepares to enter the Arena for the second time today. The gate once again slowly opens and Jet walks through, this time, with his head up high, ready to slaughter the next warrior as payment for hurting his pride. As he gets to the center of the ring, the announcer starts.

"The Mage of Fire steps up to the batting plate for the SECOND time today! Will the Yellow Team look down upon him for another time? Or will they finally choose to send a fighter to take him out? Either way this next battle between Pit Dog and the unknown should be a wonderful battle. Wait, I see the Yellow gate slowly opening. WHAT! AGAIN! Looks like this combatant was looked down upon again. GOBLINS FOLKS, GOBLINS. Five to be Precise. One note about goblins is they arent afraid of fire, they live in very hot places so fire to them is like home. How will this combatant deal with creatures that literally laugh at his weapon?"

Jets anger rose, his robes catch on fire, yet the cloth doesnt burn. His staff erupts in a fury of flames. His left hand glows with a light blue light as he charges the Goblins. He swings his burning staff at one of the goblins which duck easily under it, the others grab it with their hands, some steam coming off of it, light damage is taken. They try to rip the staff from Jets hands but to no avail. The flames disappear from the staff and Jet quickly switches hands from which he was holding the staff.

Bolts of lightning ripple through the staff now as the spell he prepared was in fact Lightning. The core of his staff is steel which conducts it well, four of the goblins jump about and shake as they were holding onto the staff still. They fall over, unconcious. The final goblin looks at the four and roars, he pulls out an axe and starts swinging at Jet, his natural agility allows him to dodge most of them but slowly the goblin learns his rhythm and begins to cut his robes, then slowly scratch and minorly cut his skin. Jet waits and as soon as the goblin slashes down and misses, Jet swings with all of his might into the head of the Goblin with his staff. Homerun. The Goblin is send tumbling to the other side of the arena. Just as the goblin stops moving, Jet tunes back into the environment around him and the sudden applause of the crowd hits him. He looks around quickly at all of the spectators. Then turns and walks back. He picks up his small amount of gold then sits back in the red room, awaiting a combatant.