[b]The Black Knight[/b]

There, in the Colosseum he stood, waiting, clad all in black armor, he had not shifted from the position he held for at least half an hour, and the hot sun did not seem to affect him, he had been captured by the Romans, a decadent people, who had discovered the possibilities when he had carved through an entire squad of Roman legionnaire's, for they had found to their amazement, that his armor and blade were of incredible craftsmanship, for they could not pierce it's hide. Whereas the greatsword he wielded in one hand cleaved through man and steel with ease.

He stood there in the center, waiting for the other warriors to come and try and end his life, ten before, twenty this time, his sword lay with it's point in the ground, shield strapped to his arm and ready to use, eyes peering out vigilantly from the slits of his horned helm, these Roman's did not understand, that the appearance of himself meant something was happening to their world.

For he was not from their world.

He'd seen the signs, from rumors and hearsay, of strange occurrences, and knew it was beginning, a strange magic was warping time and space, the knight knew what it was, the barrier's between this world, and the Warp were weakening, when they broke...who knew what could happen, the Warp being a plane of chaotic, swirling energies that laid between all other worlds.

For now, it didn't matter, he smiled as the gate's began to lift up at last, as the roar of the crowd surged anew with excitement, they wanted to see him slaughter his foes, and he would do so with pleasure, he did not mind they wanted him to fight in this arena, war was a pleasure to be had, for he was blessed by gods of war, that is why his armor and weapon were of such exceedingly fine craftsmanship, for they had been made by immortal hands.

He lifted the sword in a salute, and the crowd let loose a roar of approval as he smiled and walked forward to meet his enemies...

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"So this is the man who carved an entire legionnaire squad to pieces." Said her father thoughtfully, who happened to be a high ranking legate, and a noble to boot, so the family was very well to do "I'm eager to see him in action, don't you think so daughter?"