*Kyle stood inside the ring, waiting for his opponent to arrive. Here, it was no names, no rules, but the taste of glory and victory that would keep the winner concentrated and strong-willed. Cloaked in brown robes, Kyle's mind was very calm, although his heart was a bit jumpy. He didn't like the crowds whose only purpose was to bet on a victor and to see blood spilt. If they wanted blood, they could fight themselves. But, this was the only was to keep Kyle's moves sharp and efficient for battle.*