The giant man swung his fist at Anarion. Dodging it with ease Anarion retaliates with a turn side kick right to his gut, sending him flying into a wall. More people stood up. Groups began to descend upon Anarion, he managed to put them down with relative ease.

Half of the prisoners bum-rushed Anarion. He jumped over the group and began mowing them down with a flurry of kicks and punches. “Son of a bitch, you’re not bad kid!” said the giant man standing up. He charged Anarion again, only to be put down by a singular punch to the stomach.

From behind another large man grabbed Anarion behind the shoulders, locking him up. The giant man stood up again. “I like you kid, I’ve never had so much fun here.” He swung his fist. Anarion flipped the man holding him over his shoulders onto the large man. “Fuck off already assholes!” yelled Anarion.

The large man laughed “You’ve got the biggest balls I’ve ever seen, metaphorically speaking of course. “ Anarion glared at him. “I suppose we could lay off, for now.” said the large man laughing. Looking right in Anarion’s eyes he said “I’m Tycondris, pleased to meet your acquaintance.”

Anarion punched him in the face so hard he crashed into the wall, this caused the rest to stand up. Tycondris was about to speak up, but Anarion yelled “Any of you mother fuckers want to come at me again, I’ll just kill you. Got it?” Everyone slowly sat down. Tycondris started laughing, the other prisoners looked nervous.

“I like you kid. What's your name?" Anarion glaring at Tycondris said. "Anarion Ragnor." The whole room gasped. Tycondris was laughing again. "No wonder, what's a Swordsman doing in a shit hole like this?' inquired Tycondris. Sitting down in a corner, Anarion simply said "Training." Tycondris laughed again. "I have not seen a Swordsman here in nearly twenty years. He did not compare to you, balls wise of course. But he was strong."

Anarion glared at Tycondris “You mention him again, I will kill you.” Tycondris smiled, then laughed. “I believe you kid. You’re the genuine deal, you’ll go far here.” Anarion still glaring at Tycondris yelled “Will you shut up already! I’m not even here a day and I’m tired of hearing you’re fucking voice.” Tycondris laughed again. “So hostile. I love this kid. Let’s be friends.”

Anarion yelled “Go fuck yourself. I’ll only be here a year, I don’t need any god damn friends.” Tycondris continued to laugh. He was quite amused. “I’m impressed though. You instilled fear in everyone. The other guy didn’t do that, we relentlessly assaulted him, he was only here for a month.” A fire lit up in Anarion’s eyes “What the fuck did I say about mentioning the other guy?”

Tycondris began laughing harder “Sorry, sorry. There is just such a difference. Plus, for a naked man, you have a solid steel shell. I respect your complete lack of fear with the skills to back it up.” Anarion began doing push-ups. “Oh! You’re working out. I’ve never met such a strange man here.”

Tycondris continued to laugh, but Anarion ignored him. One year to improve, he wasn't going to waste time chatting with Tycondris. All day long prisoners left to fight. Most returned beaten and bruised. Some did not return at all. Finally, it was Anarion's turn.

He approached the gate, the guards instructed him to turn around. They put shackles on him, then escorted him into the prep room. They removed the shackles. Looking around, Anarion noticed the green-skinned man he saw earlier. He had never seen his race before. The green man had no hair or facial hair. He had a physique that reflected his status as a gladiator. In his hands were a giant sword and shield. They looked bigger than Anarion, he was roughly nine feet tall

Anarion did not have time to rest, a guard sent him into the arena. The green-skinned man glared at Anarion as he passed. "Well, what do we have here? A naked man has appeared!" yelled a loud voice in the arena. It was amazing just how loud the voice was. Anarion stepped into the middle of the arena.

“This is a new arrival at the arena, he is stark naked” you could hear more female cheers in the crowd then male cheers. “Oh! The ladies love him!” Anarion looked down, for the first time in his life somewhat embarrassed by his nudity. “Our new naked Gladiator will be fighting the graceful, yet beautiful Avalon!”

A tall man with long blonde hair walked into the arena. He wore leather armor and had a Katana strapped to his side. "Who will win? Will the naked newcomer become a pile of gore? Or will he pull through? Let's find out! FIGHT!" yelled the loud announcer. Anarion was still dumbfounded by the man's ability to speak above all the cheering.

“I’ll give you a quick death,” said Avalon. Anarion glared at Avalon “Oh, you are so kind.” This annoyed Avalon which prompted him to go on the offensive. He swung as fast as he could at Anarion, but to everyone’s surprise, he dodged every blow. “Compared to Falcon, you are weak,” said Anarion.

This promoted a frenzy from Avalon. The first opening Anarion had he kicked Avalon right in the head with a roundhouse kick. The kick sent him flying into the wall. The crowd gasped. Avalon wasn’t getting up. A guard who was waiting on the outside checked Avalon’s pulse. He shook his head.

The crowd cheered. "Wow what an upset. The naked man killed Avalon with a single kick! What a madman!" The guard picked up Avalon's corpse. Anarion left the arena. Greeting him at the entrance was Dokkor.

“Splendid, absolutely splendid. You have no mercy kid, I might have misjudged you.” The green man was still there, he was staring at Anarion. “I didn’t mean to kill the guy,” said Anarion in a quiet voice. “What are you talking about kid, the crowd eats stuff like that up! Keep doing what you did out there and maybe you’ll go somewhere.”

Dokkor handed Anarion a meal ticket. Dokkor motioned a guard to escort him to the food hall. Anarion exchanged the ticket for a plate of food. There was a nice juicy steak, potatoes, and carrots. After eating Anarion went back to the hole, he plunged in without worry, knowing the distance.

“I knew you would return,” said Tycondris who was sitting in the corner. Anarion ignored him, instead, he began training by doing push-ups, jumping jacks, and sit-ups. There were no more slated fights that day. Anarion could not sleep, the pit was very uncomfortable. In the back of his mind was a pang of incredible guilt for killing Avalon, it was the first person he ever killed.