[The Blood Pits]A good way to die (closed)

[Shakaar]

80th of Winter 510AV This was to be a day of fate for Shakaar, a day of blood and of suffering. He was to be fighting the king of the pits, a man who was undefeated. He was a first class poisoner, a man whom could kill with a single cut. Shakaar was to either prove his skill, or die by the knife of his opponent. When he entered the open ring, the crowds roar rose into a deafening outburst. He was a favorite, and his opponent was greatly respected. This fight would overshadow any other for months. His opponent was only a few yards away, holding his customary knife. His face was locked in a half grin, and he stood staring, eyes boring into shakaar's innermost being. When Shakaar threw himself forward in his customary brutal attack, the man laughed shortly and flicked his wrist. Shakaar felt only the initial pierce of the metal blade before he fell into darkness.