[u]The sound of Po chuckling reverberates through the coliseum, the sound bouncing off the walls over and over again. As he laughs, the portal widens to fit a being roughly the size of a human through. Slowly, an older man is pushed out, gasping for air. He's dressed in rags, and his hair is long and tattered. Scars from ages of torture can be seen covering his body, the skin tone differentiating in large amounts.he looks around frantically, slightly weeping after seeing the mist walls.[/u] P:"[i]Consider yourself lucky, my plaything. You have a chance to be free![/i]" [u]The old man looks around for the source before realizing it's just an echo.[/u] O:"[b]I won't have anythin' teh do with your games, yeh insane beast![/b]" P:"[i]Silence! Do you wish to go back into my domain?![/i]" [u]The man simply whimpers in response.[/u] P:"[i]I see that's a no. Then fight this lady and kill her, and you shall be free of your bonds.[/i]" [u]The old man stands upon hearing this, visibly excited by the concept of being free. Mist pours in from a small pool, forming a long sword and shield in his hands.[/u] O:"[b]I'm sorry, but I just can't bare to be under his control any longer...[/b]" [u]It appears that he is genuinely sorry. He takes up a defensive stance, holding his shield out in front of him. It is apparent he doesn't know how to use such a weapon however.[/u]