Isnar woke up the next day. He had not drunk any wine the night before "Drinking dulls the fear, but also dulls the senses." He thought. He heard that booming voice again. He had watched the fight before him, which involved a very tough looking champion, and three angry trolls. "Ladies and gentlemen!" The crowd cheered. "We have a special match coming up! A champion versus a criminal!" The crows cheered yet again. Isnar felt woozy as he had just woken up minutes before. "Behold the prisoner! The dead-beat murderer! Isnar the Old!" This woke Isnar up immediately. He did not want to fight! He also was not a criminal! The gates opened. Isnar waited about ten seconds before heading out, with his shiv still inside his rough-skin tunic. The crowd booed as he came out. Food was thrown, but since the arena was so large, none of the things they threw at him came anywhere close. "Behold the champion!!! The eradicator of the wicked! Bol-Argon!" A large orc stepped out. He was holding a large orcish greatsword, while sprinting out of the gate, as soon as it was opened. "I'll kill you! You whelp!!!" The orc screamed. He sprinted from side to side. "That should wear him out quickly." Isnar thought as he watched the large orc run up and down. Isnar refused to take out his weapon, because he remembered something he had said earlier. "Underestimation is my best weapon." He smiled as he raised his one hand into a fist. The crowd let out a long laugh, seeing a one armed old man, without a weapon, taking on this beast of an orc, with a huge greatsword. The orc screamed, while he charged at Isnar. He swung at the old man's side, but he ducked under it, leaning to one side. The orc yelled, trying to scare Isnar away, but he stood firm. The orc tried a downward chop, as Isnar sidestepped and slapped the orc in the back of the neck. Again, the crowd laughed, but not at him this time! "We could have some fun with this!" Isnar thought, trying to stay calm, and not get chopped in half. The orc charged and sliced diagonally, making sure Isnar could not duck, or sidestep away from it. Isnar stepped back, and walked away, with his back to the large orc. The crowd's laughter only increased the orc's rage! Isnar reached into his tunic, as he heard the huge orc scream as he charged at him. The old man hopped horizontally, as the large greatsword was chopped into the sand, to the left of him. The orc tried to raise his sword, to attack again, but Isnar stepped on it. The orc was too tired to lift it, with the old man standing on it. Isnar pulled out his shiv, and with one motion, stabbed the orc in the forehead. The crowd was silent. The stab was quick, and anti-climactic. Isnar pulled out his trusty toothpick of a weapon and headed back for the gate. Once the audience realized what had just happened, they cheered uncontrollably. As Isnar stepped back into his living quarters, the gate closed behind him.
