Sir Darien!!!

"Sir Darien from Rathkin, House of Karisi!!!!!" The announcer shouts. The crowd erupts in cheers. Your door opens as you walk into the arena, your now silver plated armor wrapping around your body. Your short sword in one hand, silver hilt that extends many inches, the sharpest blade you could imagine. A short dagger in the other hand, a hilt made of obsidian, as strong as can be. You know if you need to block or parry anything you can rely on that hilt of the blade. It might not be very thick, but it can block just about everything.

You throw your hands in the air as you walk to the side of the arena, the crowd going wild, cheering your name "Darien! Darien! Darien! Darien!" they continue over and over again. You do you best to swing your sword and dagger around, pretending your fighting an enemy, causing the crowd to go even more wild, impressed with your attacks.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" You scream at the top of your lungs as you raise your sword & dagger high in the air. "AHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" you continue.

After many minutes, the crowd finally starts to die down.

"Next up, from the Sicilian Syndicate! The biggest arms of all. The biggest axe of all...."