The group stopped at a large cast iron door. Luke pushed it and it opened with a creak. Behind it stood a well lit room with a skylight that hovered over a ring of small tiles that outlined the area for battle. Surrounded the tiles themselves were countless racks of weapons and armor of all sorts. Luke picked up a large round shield and grabbed a spear that was dulled for practice, "let's get to the fighting shall we?
A big rugged guy standing next to a rack of polearms was looking Lictoral over. He walked over, holding a practice sword, "you and me?" He pointed at the ring he just finished in. Lictoral reached for a practice sword on a rack, "sure. Satar, Luke, hope you don't kind me going first." Satar shook his head, "not at all, this should be interesting." Lictoral walked into the ring, grabbing a buckler shield the size of platter. The man already had one on his arm. The two took to opposite sides of the ring. Lictoral glanced at Satar, "judge it." Satar looked at then both," FIGHT!"
The man moved forward and did a swung. Lictoral spin the the right, dodging the blade. And flanking him he spun agian. Using the edge of his sheild, and battering the side of the mans head. The man was knocked down. He got up. He swung his blade agian. Lictoral parried and rotated his wrist. And with a flick of his own blade. He disarmed his opponent. Lictoral rammed the man with the buckler. Knocking him to the ground. And quickly putting his blade on the mans neck. Lictorl chuckled, "I think I win."