Well here is the second chapter, isn't as good because i didn't have alot of time to review, so anyways here it is!


C2
When Darren woke up the next day, still a little buzzed, he instructed his messengers to carry this message to all the towns under Bander’s rule: Next year is going to be an Arena competition in a scale never before seen. Come to Baner if you wish to fight or reserve seats. Just one rule for the fighters, you must have never set foot in the Arena’s sand pit.
The day after he sent out his messengers he waited in the interviewer’s office for new arrivals. And sure enough they came. About half of them turned away when they learned that only new entries were allowed in. Even so that left about 200 people that wanted to fight, so throughout the day he interviewed them all one by one. Not many showed promise and only a few or those used something besides a sword. At the end of the day he hired about twenty five on the spot and asked a hundred and twenty five to come back some other time. He was disappointed that he didn’t see the silent kid in the crowd and once he had finished with the last interviewee it was very late.
He packed up and headed home. His house was in the richer section, he only lived there because the house came with the job. His house was just really too big for him, too many rooms not being used, to many bathrooms never been sat in, and most of all too much space to clean.
He walk through the market and the shoppers were beginning to shut down, he glanced over and saw three hoodlums looking at his coin purse. Knowing exactly what would happen he ducked into the dark alleyway and drew his sword. Sure enough the muggers followed him in, they made a semi circle and before the leader could say anything Darren smashed his head with the flat of his blade and pointed the blade at his throat. Darren’s eyes adjusted enough to see that they were all raccoons, typical, raccoons are always getting into trouble.
“Now listen here scumbags,” he boomed, “I just so happen to be one of the greatest swords in this city, I am the head of the Arena and have killed more than I can count, if you still want to try your luck go ahead and attack me, otherwise run and I’ll spare your lives.”
All three of them had a look of terror in their eyes, without hesitation they turned and ran. Darren was satisfied that they wouldn’t bother him, and then he turned around. Looming over him was a very large dark figure, Darren reached for his sword but the shadow grabbed his hand and headbutted him in the face. Suddenly Darren was on the ground clutching his face. It hurt a lot, he had been in many fights before but there was something about the shock and the fear that made it hurt even more. When his eyes focused he saw a man, or a woman for that manner he couldn’t tell, in a dark robe with the hood covering his/her face. He, or she, wore a single ring glowing ring and spoke in a voice that seemed neither male nor female. It also didn’t sound like he or she was actually speaking, more like something was speaking through him/her.
“There is a man by the name of Dorian, he will fight.”
Darren didn’t say anything still recovering from the ordeal
“The only reasons he will leave are death and cheating is that clear.”
Darren didn’t answer, and at once his attacker got very angry and lifted him by his throat with impossible strength.
“I said. ‘Is. That. Clear?’”
“Crystal,” he was barely able to say.
“Good”
His attacker let him go and Darren immediately gasped for air. He rolled onto his back coughing and sputtering all the while the strange person just stared at him.
“Before I leave remember this night and never forget that I hear all, I see all, and I control all.”
And with that the attacker put on a second ring and suddenly disappeared. Darren laid down and tried to recover. After about an hour he finally got up went into his house, hung up his sword, put away his leather armor, and fell asleep but not before he thought "I seem to be having my ass kicked a lot recently."