The begining of a Legend

[legendary three]

(Closed to Elthas Belthasar)

The screams and cheers of the crowd roared throughout the stadium. Fans cheered excitedly as they saw the announcer rise up from the center of the stadium. "Ladies and gentlemen!" the announcer began, "We welcome you to view a fight like never before. Today we have two newcomers to the stage, ready to battle it out to the death. all for your amusement of coarse!" The cheers of the crowd began to die down as the announcer continued. "I welcome to the stadium for the firts time and hopefully not the last, the group of three know as well the Legendary Three, Roz, Icero, and Variss!" The crowd boomed wth excitement as an area in the floor rose revealing the three. Roz wearing his steel armour and hair spiked up, began spinning his sword in his hand while Icero stood in his robes, waving to the crowd. Variss stood in her lighter version of Rozes armour, her hair in a ponytail, and twirled the arrow in her hand.

The announcer continued, "And for their oponent, introducing to the stadium we have... Elthas Belthasar!" the crowd began cheering as they did for the three, excitedly cheering his name as he rose into the stadium.

[Elthas_Belthasar]

Elthas, wasn't used to the idea of The Citadel.

It's a place where one comes to worship the pagan war gods. Elthas thought to himself nervously as he stared at the chamber's door. He knew he was going to fight three opponents, that bothered him even more. Three for the price of one. I'm in for a long night. Elthas thought to himself. As his name was called by a nearby monk, Elthas noded. "Very well." He said carefully and entered the citadel chamber. Already, the chamber was set to a pre-made arena. There was an old battle chamber, colosseum type of structure. The marble structure was built like a large circular work of architecture. Pillars held the building up, and the arena itself was built open aired. There was dirt on the ground, Elthas felt thankful for his boots. He would have hated to get his feet dirty at such an event. He looked up at the sky for a moment, looking at the sun. Blinking, Elthas saw the three warriors he would fight for the first time.

Three against one, huh? Elthas thought to himself once more. As he approached the trio, he drew his daggers. Introductions and other pleasantries were no longer necessary. Instead, the hour for battle was upon them. When the crowd cheered for the bounty hunter, Elthas felt more than a little nervous. They don't know me, why would they cheer for me? I'm not a blood-thirsty gladiator. I am just here to train. Elthas knew that he needed to be extremely careful against the three warriors. His eyes narrowed as he saw a fellow Elf. Elthas nodded to the Elf out of respect for seeing kin. The humans, he didn't really care too much about. One was an archer as far as he could tell, and one had a crackling aura of a sorcerer. That's gonna be a problem. Elthas figured some words were in order.

"Hey listen, don't take this so serious." Elthas said. "I'm not here for a kill. I am just here to train." Elthas said calmly. He was addressing whoever was the leader of the group. There was a wind that came in from the south. It carried the salty taste of the ocean. His eyes narrowed for a moment, and then he finished walking the rest of the way towards the trio. He assumed the two heavier built fellows would attempt flanking positions. Elthas kept his eyes on the mage, the mage was going to be the biggest problem. He had no idea what types of spells the mage knew, and he could only target spells he could see with his own artifact. Keeping his eyes narrowed, Elthas tipped his fancy wide brimmed hat briefly as he approached. It was made of leather, and quite comfortable to wear. It was some sort of a fedora.

Elthas wore a fancy suit and appeared more of a gentleman than a warrior. However, that did not mean that Elthas was anymore or less dangerous. His shirt was colored white, and he wore a fancy bow-tie. There was a simple gold hand watch hanging from the left side pocket of his blazer. His blazer was black as were his pants, but those were also both pin-striped. Elthas wore a simple cloak with the mark of The Syndicate emblazoned upon it. He looked at the trio, his eyes panning from individual to individual. He was not one to underestimate anybody, but he knew that he would need every resource against them. As he studied them, he held his daggers, fancy steel daggers in either hand. His gloves were black, also leather, and gripped at the handles comfortably. Standing there, he rotated his daggers periodically out of habit. It was almost a nervous habit.

The sky above was blue, and the earth beneath was brown. He looked around at the gathered crowd of an audience. There were representatives of every Althanas race. His eyes even spotted a few denizens from Dheathain. As Elthas stood there, he moved into a comfortable knife-fighter's stance. He would need to use all of his speed and reflexes he could muster to take out the mage. That mage is my target. Elthas thought. If I can quickly knock her out, then she won't get to hurl shit at me. I can't stand those spells they cast. Can't let the mage enchant anything for her companions either. Elthas mused as he planned. The gentleman was very patient, and confident in his own ability to come out the victor. He wasn't there to kill people, he was there to simply have a needed fight and blow off steam. Immediately, the trio would be able to tell that Elthas did not have a blood thirsty look to his eyes. His appearance was calm, relaxed, and ready to go at a moment's notice.

"So this is it then?" Elthas began to speak. "I suppose that introductions are no longer in order thanks to that announcer fellow." Elthas mused out loud. "Since I am the guest here, I suppose I will allow you three the chance at first blood. Do NOT spoil it." Elthas warned. He meant to show the trio that he was there to be taken quite seriously.