Zianro rolled his eyes at the man's description. "It was a single dragon in three days. How hard is that for a tale to not get wrong?" he thought to himself. It was then the woman called Madam Lillith squatted in front of him to get a better look at him. "Today's your lucky day, boy. You get to battle for your life. Lose and you die, win and you get to live a life of comfort as my pet. Prepare him for battle, take him to the arena, oh and if you try to escape, I'll take you down myself."
With the most twisted smile he's ever seen, Zianro watched the ruler leave. Maybe people were right. Maybe Lilith was the darkness he was sent to investigate. No, no conclusions had to be drawn yet. The guards unchained him and dragged him to the place where he'd entered the arena. He grabbed Draconil from the guard and placed it where it belonged, sheath and all. He then proceeded to walk into the Arena, where he was faced with several soldiers wearing decorative armor. "Honor Guards huh?" he thought. There were about three of them, and armed with regular steel weapons.
Zianro calmly drew his sword from his sheath. Draconil's black blade shined in the sun, a red and white line running down from the hilt and stopping at least three inches from its start. He muttered a small prayer to his ancestors to watch over him in this fight. The soldiers charged at the man and one swung. To that soldier's amazement, he heard his blade crack at the contact of Zianro's blade.
Zianro smiled as he began to fight off his attackers. To any witnesses amazement, he had some skill in fighting he knocked two of them out. The third soldier was fighting as hard as he could, but his blade suddenly snapped in half by Zianro's strength backing up his defense, as he then met a boot to the face that sent him flying to the wall.
Zianro then looked up towards where he thought this 'Madam Lilith' was seated at. "There. I won. Are you satisfied about my victory?" He asked giving an honest grin as he sheathed his blade. He knew what winning meant however, and it didn't sit too well. He won his life, but lost his freedom, potentially.