OOC: and I'll use one of my favorite fantasy fighters a warrior priest. http://mythicmktg.fileburst.com/war/us/home/images/armiesofWAR/empire/WarriorPriest/warriorpriest-look-01.jpg (http://mythicmktg.fileburst.com/war/us/home/images/armiesofWAR/empire/WarriorPriest/warriorpriest-look-01.jpg)<br/><br/>Kevben waited in the preparation chamber, making sure that his armor was secure in place and not showing the least bit of dirt with his hammer resting against the wall behind him. The cloak he wore was crimson red in color and had a gold trim along the edge and his chest plate had the image of a striking Gryphon. Once he was satisfied that everything was in place and ready for a fight, he went and picked his hammer up and rested it against his shoulder as he waited to be announced. He was feeling a bit cocky, having won eight straight battles without any difficulty at all and he was extremely confident that he would this one with no problem as well.<br/><br/>He stood there, reminiscing about his previous battles when he could just catch the announcers voice over the roar of the crowd. With a grin on his face, Kevben left the chamber and exited into the arena where thousands of fans cheered his name and others booed him. He just laughed as he held his hammer above his head, a sign of cockiness as he spotted his opponent across from him. "I hope your ready for a fight because I'm not holding back." he shouted over the roar of the crowd.