The sun beat down hard, sweat rolled off the bodies of gladiators and civilians the same. It was weather like this that was perfect for the hunt, one where rain did not muffle the sounds of prey or where tracks sunk into the mud. No in this weather the sounds of animals were crystal clear, and even the shadows gave clues on where to fire. However, the arena was no place for a man like Belen. He was no worshipper of Ares, and for that he felt a great deal of tension walking into his domain. However with past events throwing Athenia into chaos, where the trust between men had became strained, Belen needed a way to escape from all the tension and horrors that filled the minds of nobles and commoners alike. In truth Belen held no love nor hate for the nobility of Athenia, but he could not help but feel sympathy towards them in this instance. Someone was trying to poison the head of the kingdom and for that they have sent the entire population into a fearful array.

Now during such escapes the arena was the last place Belen thought he would go to honour Artemis, however he was not a delicate artisan who could sew cloth along with the women of nobility, and he sure wasn't going to be handing out refreshments to them. No Belen would walk straight into the domain of Ares to honour Artemis, much like a madman. After all there was no greater hunt than the hunt of man.

Although, admittedly Belen did not feel comfortable within the crowds. He did not look like a gladiator, and whilst signing up for the event he could hear chuckles and see the odd looks fellow fighters would give him. After all his eye-patch did stick out like a sore thumb, and with the bow on his back it was easy for people to think he was joking. Yet he was determined to showcase his skill, even if that meant placing himself at a clear disadvantage when entering the arena. He wore minimal armour, and was truly effective at long range, if his opponent got to close before he could end the fight with one swift shot, he would surely be in for a struggle, yet this is why he had equipped himself with a short sword, strapped to his belt in replacement for his usual hatchet. After all he was going up against seasoned fighters, he could not risk the short range of the hatchet compared to the length of a sword.

Yet Belen would be lying if he said he was only here to honour Artemis and take his mind off all the chaos. No he still had one every clear motivation on his mind. Revenge. Ever since the loss of his eye he had been training, relearning the bow and becoming comfortable with his disability. Yet he began to learn how to fight with swords. After being so easily disarmed by the pirate due to his swiftness with a blade, he felt as if he needed to even the ground between them in close range combat. In reality this day was to truly test his new skills, if he could make it through all of his fights he would feel comfortable in his ability to start searching for that damned pirate.

Marching through the crowds, his leather armour rattling against his chest as his bow hung off his back. He was truly unarmoured compared to the rest of the combatants, with nothing more than a chest piece, wrist and shin guards made out of leather, one swift hit to the head or one good body shot to leave him out cold. Yet he was confident in his own ability not to be hit. His eyes searched around the area, many combatants gave their prayers to Ares, whilst others stuck to the shade, Belen was along with the latter of these people. Simply awaiting for the call of battle.