Corruption was running high these days and Kaz set out to stop it. With it being so close to the nobles potentially being involved he may have overlooked it. But more intriguing was the faint rumors that members there had information on movements of a criminal group he was actually after. Murderous and bandits that roam the land.
He made his way towards the entrance of the establishment. He didn't wear his usual attire but he carried himself with the same confidence.
"I'm here for the fights," he announced to the guard that was casually sitting by the back door in an unassuming alleyway. The man glared back with suspicion in his eyes. Today Kaz had no time for games if the information was correct. He held out his hand and sent a blast of wind knocking the man out cold. "I'll just let myself in,"he said as he propped the man's body back up and sat him in a comfortable way for when he woke back up.
Kaz entered the door and made his way down the hall. The closer he got to two large wooden doors the louder he could hear the roar of the crowd. Yells and hollers spurred on the excitement flowing from within.
Two men stood at the doorway and put hands on their belts. Before they could speak the wooden doors opened revealing a well-dressed man.
"Ah finally. I was wondering when you'd make your way here." The man gestured for the guards to sit down and waved for Kaz to follow. The wind mage narrowed his eyes and strode in behind the man.
He opened his mouth to speak but the well-dressed man cut him off. "behold," he waved at the nearly hundred people that swarmed around an incaged arena with combatants within. The cage was protected with magical seals. A balcony of wealthy patrons sat overhead. A waiting area was filled with warriors wielding all manner of weapons and mages clinging to their staves, ready for action.
"I know why you're here. And if you want it that badly. You'll have to do like everyone else and fight for it."
Kaz balled his fist ready to protest when a woman walked by him. Her perfume, making him dizzy and in that brief instant, two cuffs were slapped on his wrists. His mana drained from his body.
"What the,"he exclaimed raising his cuffed hands and looking them over. He had put them on people so many times it was surprising to have them on him once more.
The man nodded towards the arena. A lone warrior stood over a fallen enemy. The crowd beat on the cage howling his name and others cursing it. Fortunes were made and lost in minutes.
"Face him and we'll talk."
Kaz felt a nudge on his back and he stepped forward. He was ready to make a scene but a quick look over the area told him not to. He didn't know the capabilities of anyone or the patrons. A move now would be too risky. He had to indulge them and play by their rules.
He stepped into the ring with the man standing triumphant. "My name is Kazimir. I'm sorry we have to engage in conflict for the entertainment of others." he said politely