OoC: This is for anyone that has a character that uses a sword, and isn't for magic users. NO magic. Magic=bad. Ok moving on.

BiC:

Kichaa stood in the Colosseum, spinning around slowly. There weren't games here for another few days, but Kichaa loved to just stand in the pit. The dirt walls were held in place by roots and stones left from before it was dug out, and a layer of sand covered the floor. It smelled of dust, with a touch of the sea breeze as well, and the sun beat down on him from high above. Two doors led into the pit, one from the holding cells down below- all manner of criminals called this a temporary home-, and the other from the ground above, nearly twenty feet up.

Kichaa unsheated his blade slowly and began whipping it through the air, enjoying the whistling sounds it made. The pit was solitary at the moment, so Kichaa began to practice a few sword attacks, only to be interupted by the sound of an openning door.

"Care to spar?" a voice came from behind him.

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