[The Edge]

Once again, the Patryn was getting ready for his next battle. He was amazed of how easy his other two came out. He'd expected to find more excitement in this tournament, but for now, the whole thing was rubbish. For the moment, he had not time to think about it, for he had yet another battle to attend to, and this time, he would show no mercy. His last challenger was a waste, he only took the upper hand by using mere mind powers. But now, the Patryn wanted to see blood. He was glad to hear the screams and chants of an enormous crowd, he could tell that every single seat was taken. He found the loud chants made by the spectators quite pleasant, since his last battle took place in a dead location. Before he finished getting ready, the man took the time meditate, for he wanted to beyong the walls wich are covering his paths towards the arena. Nothing was there, only dirt, not even a single guards could be seen, just thousands or hungry eyes wanting to see some action. Well ... he knew he would guarantee that ...

After his meditation, he began to cover his naked skin, wich was marked with complicated looking symbols. It was written on his arms, hands, chest, abs, legs, it surrounded him. Curious it was not to see his skin glowing blue or red, this only meant one thing ... his sigla doesn't sense any danger. The warning sigla was very much like a six sense, for it could feel certain things before they happen. A warning of danger could be taken for example, it would only mean, the Patryn must react quickly or a rune barrier would have to save your skin. Finrod ingnored the siglas for now, he got dressed as usual: light silver vest, black pants, black shoes. Given it the look of a tuxedo, but very much warrior style. Usually his vest would cover his arms, but not this time. Now his muscular arms could be seen all the way to the shoulder. Attaced to him by a magnetic force, his twin blades "Anduril : Offense & Aglachel : Defense" tagged along, like to guardians protecting it's master. Both blades were cursed, and only the Patryn could manipulated then, or even hold them. They were dark, probably the darkest objects in the whole colosieum.

Standing up straight, strocking his soft platinum hair, the Patryn marched towards the gates of the arena. Every step he took made the thousands of voices grow louder, it made the Partyn enjoy himself. Always with the confident type of walk, a grim smile on his young and handsome face, he stepped into the dirt of the arena. Floodlights illuminated Finrod, something he found disturbing.

The Patryn was also apart of the Dark World clan, and had respect for his opponent who was the head. However, that does not make him superior, the Patryn really wanted to teach him a lesson. Intensively, he stared at him adversary, his dark eyes could even penetrate throught his mind if he's not careful.

But this time, he was impatient, he didn't want to stare at his opponent like he did last time, he wanted to start the fight no instead of wanting. Nothing much was holding him back, not even the siglas on his arms glowed blue. So then, he began to cast a rune spell. It was only for one purpose, to let know his adversay he didn't want to joke around the whole day.

In matter of second, his arms tattoos glowed bright blue, a sign he was absorbing energy from something wich had life. But what could possibly be? What life form could possibly be giving away energy? Or better yet, the Patryn was stealing it...

When his spell was complete, Finrod jumped hight towards the crowd. Pulled out his fist while in the air. It unleashed the power he had absorbed. However, the rune magic changed into gigantic fist, could very well belong to a tytan. It glowed bright blue, and was moving with tremendous speed towards his adversary...

Finrod: The impact could be the end of him. Perhaps I'm being too rough on the fella. hehehehehheheh..........