It has been 15 years since He entered the ring for the first time, it was against a lion and he had won by luck; He had been called 'Draco' for lack of a name, it meant 'Dragon' and he didn't care as long as he wasn't called Dragon straight out.<br/><br/>Now He entered the ring again, facing a pair of Orcs and he didn't need to see them to know where they were as their smell was more then enough; the Crowd was calling his name, each time he entered he left and this time was going to be no different.<br/><br/>He walked to the center of the Arena and stood there, bending down toward the Royal Watch stands as he bowed to them and pucked up some dirt as well as he rubbed his hands together; then with the signal the fight began, the orcs rushed from both sides.<br/><br/>He just stood there till the last possible moment and then jumped back, the orcs knocked together and the Dragon stood there with a single blade in his hands as the orcs had a club and hammer; the Dragon looked at one as they split apart again and circled him, he remained still even as they threw their weapons at him.<br/><br/>The Dragon swung his right hand hard and broke the club as he spun around and caught the hammer, spinning further and throwing it at the owner as he had his head smashed in but the other orc had caught the Dragon from behind and had hid mouth wide open; the orc took the head of the Dragon quickly and began swallowing harder and harder with each moment, the Dragon struggled weakly as his shoulders and chest were swallowed within moments.<br/><br/>Soon the Dragon was a wiggling bulge in the Orc's stomach as he roared with victory, then there was a different motion and the orc held his stomach and groaned hard as he was bleeding from his mouth; then he yelled as a clawed hand tore through his guts and the dragon ripped his body in half, standing up slowly as the crowds yells had died when He was swallowed but were now louder then ever as he waved a hand to them and bowed to the Royals as he picked up his blade and walked toward the gates.<br/><br/>'Damn...need another shower now...I refuse to reek of Orc for a week...' Draco thought to himself as he placed his sword with the rest of them, walking toward the showers as all he wore was a simple arm guard with a shoulder piece; he had noticed a prince in the Royal Watcher but he had paid him little attention, placing his armor to the side as he entered the showers and noticed they were along again. 'Heh....thats one good thing about today....'