[Darkwolf]

A man ran up to Lance, obviously assuming he was a fighter by the armor and whatnot, and told him about a tournament, run by gods. He didn't know about gods but Lance could never turn down a good tournament, especally one this popular. He followed the directions to sign up and after registering, he waited until the day came for him to come. He had all of his equipment worked on until they were as good as when he got them, and made his way to the designated place. He was instantly teleported right next to a volcano, he drew his weapon, and readied himself for whatever was to come next.

Dragoth, on the other hand, had heard a rumor about a tournament, and thought of how much fun it would be, and both him and his sword were thirsty for blood. He signed up, reluctantly restraining from attacking anyone. When the day came, he came to the place, drew his blade, and found himself next to a volcano with the only opponent he could not kill, the one that escaped. "Ahh, so you are my opponent? I'm gonna have fun watching you burn."

The two turned their weapons at each other, not noticing that more people were coming... utter hate in Dragoth's eyes, determination in Lance's.