[b][i][u]Untitled...[/u][/i][/b] [b]Kross spun around, slashing the robot that came at him in half easily He stopped, panting as the simulation ended and he stood tall in the Arena. In his hand, he held The Profaned Greatsword, the sword of Pontiff Sulyvahn. If anyone remembered who that was anymore Kross looked towards the entrance, at who entered [/b] "Hello." [spoiler]Open![/spoiler]