Highlanding in the Coliseum

[Gin Yatreg]

"Wait, die?!" Gin said.

"Don't worry lad, as long as you dodge, you'll be fine." Baltair said assuringly.

"....That's...That's not very reassuring." said Gin.

"Details, details." Baltair then drew his claymore from its sheath on his back. "Now's not the time for chatting Gin, if ye wish to get out of this place, yer gonna to have to fight. So try and win fer me yah?" Baltair said. A loud bang signaled the start of the match. Baltair charged towards the nearest opponent, screaming at the top of his lungs. Baltair swung his sword and was blocked by his opponent, using two short blades to catch Baltair's claymore. "OH YE THINK YER LITTLE TOOTHPICKS WILL STOP ME EH? TASTE PURE SCOTTISH STEEL YE WEE JESSE" he yelled.

Gin stood there watching this from afar, "Wow, from nice to crazy in two seconds. That's a new one." he thought.

Gin saw movement in the corner of his vision, he turned to see a man with scythe running towards him. He ducked under the scythe as the man took a swing at him, and followed with an uppercut to the man's jaw. The man staggered backwards, surprised by the strength of the punch. He shakes it off and charges once again.

Meanwhile with the other fighters, Axe wielder Clark Rylan faces the Spear user Radisa Vranjovie;

"You know I always thought elves were smart, but seeing you challenge me with a spear is giving me second thoughts." Clark says.

"One shouldn't make judgments based on appearances." Radisa retorts.

"I'm just using common sense. The fact of the matter is, axe beats stick!" Clark shouted as he swung at Radisa. Radisa raises his spear, intending to stop the blade of the axe with the handle of the spear. Clark's axe hits the spear and bounces off, nearly hitting him in the face."What the bloody hell was that?!"

Radisa smirked, "My spear is enchanted to withstand sharp objects. Meaning no matter how hard you hit it with your axe, it will never break!"

"And you elves wonder why we like the dwarves better." Clark said.

Giant broadsword wielder Bradley Enfield faces the Sword user Dayton Soames;

Dayton is thrown off his feet, landing on his back five feet away.

"That shield of yours won't protect you for long!" Bradley yells as he swings his huge sword downward.

Dayton rolls out of the way and stands up, rushing towards Bradley before he can pick his sword back up. Dayton rams Bradley with his shield, knocking him over and forcing Bradley to let go of his broadsword. Dayton stood over Bradley, sword in position to impale. "Submit, and I'll knock you out without causing you any serious injury." Dayton offers.

"Mate, I've got too much riding on winning this thing to quit now." Bradley said. He kicks the sword out of Dayton's hands, jumping up and catching it in the air. "Plus, where's the fun in a short match?"

"Hmph, very well then. Have at thee!" Dayton shouts, readying his shield.

And the archer Flora Russell faces the monk Morris X. Leake;

"Oh for gods sake." Morris sighed.

Morris catches an arrow that was about to hit him in the face. He then drops it onto an already large pile of arrows.

"HOW MANY ARROWS DO YOU HAVE?" He yelled.