Disclaimer : All characters, plot and setting are mine. After writing loads of fanfiction, it feels really good to say that.

The Predator of the Sword

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Teva, stood in a state of heightened anticipation for the Games to begin. Spectators and other less-able people collaborated chaotic noise en mass to create the din. Looking at each of his opponents in turn, Teva focused all of his energy to heighten his senses. The Zone of Snares was infamous for slaughtering any and occasionally all of the challengers. His crossbow and claymore were comfortingly weighty at his sides.

The qualifying challenge had left the four most worthy candidates to vie for the prize, sixteen Tathoms, a more than handsome sum.

The first challenger to his right was some kind of shaman; the man had a respectable number of years on the competition. Unbelievably tall, with russet colored hair, and dark blue eyes, he wore only a loin cloth displaying his angular frame wantonly. Slung at his side was a mace of luminescent energy. On the other side of him was another man, his spiky hair is the color of dark violets. His midnight black eyes were intense and fearful. The scales on his body had been reinforced with metal plating. His weapon too was a stark contrast to the other three in that he held a long sword in each hand. Then to his left stood a masked individual, female judging by the shape hummed melodically. Her only weapon was a large wooden mallet.

Teva studied the returning champion closely; her almond-shaped eyes framed hazel spheres. She, if he had been correct in his assumption seemed unusual; it took him a moment to realize that she wore no metal, likewise her weapon bore no metal.It was then, that the floor fell out from under the four brave souls, sucking them into the Zone of Snares.

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Author's Note : I have more if you want it. Varity