Sir Trillian

"Sir Trillian of the Sicilian Syndicate!!!" the announcer screams out. You look to your right as you see quite a large top heavy man walking out from behind the doors. He's about your height, probably a little bigger at about 6 foot. Good lord he looks out of proportion though, his arms look to be the size of your torso where as his legs look quite small. He actually has quite the comedic look to him, you can't help but chuckle. He's walking about of the door, his huge double sided battle axe held up behind his shoulder as he holds the handle with his right hand. His other hand balled up in a fist, holding it high in the air. You'll be honest though, with that much upper body strength and an axe that large...get hit once and you're in pieces.

"Trillian! Trillian! Trillian!" the crowd shouts. You hear some boos from the audience as well. Most likely because we are in the battle arena here in Rathkin and this is a Sicilian Soldier. You can't help but feel good about yourself because it seems you had more cheers then this guy. "Hah" you grumble softly.

Sir Trillian walks up beside you and lets out a huge roar. He grabs his axe with both his hands and swings it forward into the dirt below. It pierces into the ground a few inches, dirt and rock flying up. He leaves the axe in the ground before throwing both his arms up in the air, letting out some sort of victory howl. He then flexes his arms. You didn't think they could look any bigger but fuuuuck man.

"Sir Trillian, trained by the Grand Marshall Sir Berrian, fighting for The Sicilian Syndicate" The announcer says "Congratulations! The Grand Tournament of Nillix awaits you!"

The crowd continues to cheer. The arena building up more and more excitement.

"And now, another finalist!" The announcer starts "Hailing from the High Keep Tenor" He waits for the crowd to go quiet. "Full of honor, full of respect, full of bloodshed!" The announcer yells as the crowd starts to get louder and louder. "Our Third Finalist..."