Mex Vultar

Clan battles are not for the weak. My clan and the red dragon clan are always fighting about some ancient relics from Feyreach. The red’s say we stole some relics from them. That doesn’t give them the right to just slaughter us. They started to kidnap us- put us in pit fights against animals, monsters, and even themselves. That was a bad mistake for them. I grew up fighting and showing off in the ring. I could never be beaten. It could because of this family trident my father had. Come to think of it... it was probably stolen. I kept winning and winning nothing could stop me. I had gone through most of their soldiers. This has gone on for so long between generations that there are only a few of each clan left. My last fight for freedom was coming up and I was determined on getting out. I was fighting Sharoth the son of the eldest red leader. I was winning till something hit me in the back of the neck and everything went dark. Next thing I know I’m in an even bigger arena with a crowd and Sharoth. The crowd was screaming my heart pumping. We began to fight for the final time. The match was close all the way up until the end. We are both bloodied and tired. All of a sudden a loud booming voice yells no killing. Sharoth screams to the death. Fine by me. I rush him down stabbing my trident into his foot and bashing his face with my Buckler knocking him down as he is on the ground I stab my trident into his chest for the final time. As I whisper to the death huh. Apparently, they really meant no killing. I got kicked out of the ring and out of the city. I have nowhere to go and the only thing I know Is fighting so I guess I need to find a new arena.