OoC: Ok, remember that I said I was going to give advice (the whole reason I made this thread), so please don't take anything personally. Ok, first, your post is pretty short, which is ok, but most BAers prefer posts with at least 3 or 4 paragraphs. Two, the way you write is kind.....bland. You might want to word things differently so that the reader feels a part of whatever is happening.

Example: "Kudo had just left the town of Hutochi, and had come across an open field. As he walked across the grassy expance, a group of six people leapt out of the tall grass and grabbed Kudo. He struggled to break free from their grasp, but they knocked him out and carried him away. Kudo awoke to the sound of people cheering, and stood up to find himself in a large, open, and dusty arena."

Just some suggestions.

Also, Darril is also available to battle.

BiC: Kudo brushed his jeans off and looked around. Directly across from him was an iron door. Suddenly, the door was throw open, and a winged figure was thrown through it. Kudo's mouth fell open slightly as the figure stood up and ruffled his wings.

"Hi, there." The angel said, smiling and waving. "I'm Cerin." He said, holding out his hand. Kudo shook Cerin's hand numbly. He couldn't believe he was two feet from an angel.

"So, uhh...do you have any idea why we're here?" The teen asked the angel. His question was answered as the crowd started chanting, "Fight! Fight! Fight!"

"I, ah, believe that we're suppose to fight." Cerin said, stretching his wings out. "I have no intention of that however." He leapt into the air, his feathered wings pumping vigorously. He slowly gained hight and speed, untill he was almost to the top of the walls. Suddenly, a loud crack echoed around the arena as Cerin's head collided with an unseen barrier,

The angel fell to the ground, his eyes slightly dazed. Sitting up, he rubbed the top of his head. "Ow. That hurt. Well, I guess we don't have a choice." Standing up, he pulled a double-ended weapon out from under his robe. One end sported twin axe blades, while the other ended in a long, sword blade.

Holding the weapon out in front of him, the angel took a defencive posture. "Well, if we must fight, I promise not to kill you."