It was a strange sensation that he had experienced. One moment he was working on the grounds at Concord Glenn and had decided to take a rest. His eyes closed and what seemed like barely moment passed. He opened his eyes again and he was within a brightly lit room that seemed to be underground, or at least under a very large structure. Around him were armor and weapons of all kinds. He took a moment to gather his surroundings and even inquired upon an armored individual to tell him where he was. He was in an arena, a gladiatory arena, and a man in robes quickly found him and had begun to explain everything that he needed to know. Finnegan was a bit out of his element but as he checked himself over he seemed to be alright, if only feeling a bit odd. He was told about his opponent and had the suggestion offered to him to armor up and grab a weapon of his choosing. He was currently wearing the blue jumpsuit that had the Concord Glenn logo on it, along with simple clothing under it for when he got off of work. He removed the jump suit and replaced it with a suit of hardened leather armor, something that wasn't too heavy but would still provide protection. It also allowed for the mobility that he was use too. The leather covered the important bits of his chest area.

The major muscles of his arms and legs were also covered and protected, making sure to wear padding under the armor. He didn't wear a helmet which allowed his blonde, tossled, hair to sit freely upon his head. He pulled off his glasses and left them with his things. Instead he pulled his contact lenses from one of the pockets of his word uniform and placed them into his eyes, blinking a few times to make sure they were secure, and then moved over to the weapon wrack. He grabbed what seemed to be a longsword. It had a 43 inch long blade with a cruciform hilt and a black handle with a round pommel, a grip that could be used with one or two hands. He swung the weapon through the air a few times to get use to it. Hand to hand combat was his forte but he had worked with weapons before. Holding it at his side he started to make his way through the underbelly of the arena and eventually made his way out to the central fighting pit. When he had initially arrived he was greeted by a raucous chorus of cheering and screaming people that filled the insurmountable number of stands around him. His grieves dug into the dirt slightly as he made his way into the center of the arena opposite the side of his opponent, which was a woman with pointy ears.

It seemed that he had somehow wound up in a fantasy world.

He took to the center and watched as his opponent took up their stance and then summoned forth a power. He figured that this was their particular form of Chi. The golden energy that ran over her body seemed to have a strengthening effect of some sort. He took a deep breath and summoned forth one of his own abilities. [i]Insight of the Leaves[/i]. He studied her form, movements, how the energy played upon her body and would work to discern what affect the energy had upon her body.

His right foot slid back behind his left, his left arm stayed in the front while his right held held the sword at his side angled slightly so that it crossed in front of his chest. His left hand had remained opened and he moved to the balls of his feet instead of staying flat footed upon the ground.

"I'm Finnegan. Lets try not to kill each other, at the very least." He said with a thick Irish accent.