The Tournament of legends (anyone but only 8 characters max)

OOC: Ok everyone this is a competition 1 on 1, 2 on 2, 3 on 3, or 4 on 4 rounds between characters that are participating. I’ll be using my character Esdon Quicksword or the hunter as he prefers to be called(link in sig). Also I'd like everyone to have a preliminarily match eg. a fight aganist a powerful monster or beast. Note I’d like the fights to last at least so each fighter has a post & guys be fair don’t make your character win all the time. I’d like this tournament to last so rounds can keep coming.

BIC: Esdon got up slowly after his fall from the hole in the roof that’s the entry to his newest ceil. Great he mumbled these guards haven't even heard of the legendary Hunter. He blew some hair out of his face & got up to brush himself down. Hmm this ceils the dustiest one yet his sharp eyes pick up something in the corner of the ceil, Stri his eagle companion was sitting on a skeleton looking at the wall across form him. Esdon faced that wall & with a shock it lifted up. Humph so I am in the games. He took confident strides into the arena & said to himself let the fight begin. The area was fall of people waiting for a fight to begin there cheers were loud enough to stop a dragons roar from being heard. Esdon smiled & drew his swords from his hips & turned to face the door across the area.

A creak & the huge stone slab lifted slowly revealing a large stone gaint at least 15 metres tall & on his back was a gaint iron sword with a single ruby mounted on it's hilt. Esdon smiled as the gaint took two great strides onto the sand. Esdon look at the walls of the area that were as yellow as the sand he stood on. The gaint drew his sword & brought it verticlly down on esdon. He dived side ways to avoid it but was blinded by the sand that flick up from the impact.He felt the weapon hit him as it was moved side ways. God the bettlefield is to his advantage esdon mumbled to him self. He got up & pointed his now empty hand at the gaint a muffled laughter shock the ground & a voice like metal on rock sounded. You small swordsman stand no chance aganist me. The gaint's vocie cause most of the crowd to cover there ears at the dreadful sound. Esdon smile and a orb of light appeared in his palm die monster said esdon before releasing the energy at the creature. On impact there was a huge explosion that covered the area in smoke. As it cleared esdon saw the creature standing but his chest was a muttered section of stone. You hurt me sound the gaint. He took hurried steps towards esdon but esdon was faster he drew his long sword & leaped at the creature. He brought his sword through the creatures torso & landed with a grin. Behind him the gaint fell to peices. Peice of cake said esdon sheathing his sword. Peice of cake.