[Action]

[psychic_supremecy]

It had been a fairly slow day at the Colosseum, most matches going as intended, accolades were won, money changed hands in the stands, nothing too major seemed to be happening. That is, until someone not on the match schedule simply appeared in the middle of the arena floor. All attempts to move the cloak-wearing figure had ended when fighters ran into an invisible wall surrounding the figure. Some attempted to throw their weapons at it, only to have their weapons turn in the air and fly back at their masters.

The cloak wearing figure said nothing, made no attempts to attack any of the other fighters for the moment, and simply stood there like a statue. The crowd quickly became restless, more and more fighters coming to aid the others in attempting to remove whoever was in the cloak until what seemed to be a gust of wind burst from the figure, sending all the fighters crowded around it flying backward. And then finally a voice seemed to echo from nowhere throughout the arena.

"I had hoped there was one here that could at least entertain me. It would seem I had overestimated the quality of combatants here."

A deafening silence settled across the stands for half a second until someone in the stands called out a bet saying their favored fighter could move the figure. The roar of the crowd returned and the rest of the day's fights had been cancelled until someone could move the cloaked being.