Hey guys, I just wrote this really short "rough" for a story I plan to add more to. It's quite short and i'll probably expand to this chapter, but this is only the basis for the rest of the story. I'll post edits of this chapter over time and once I feel that I have gotten it to the point that it's actually entertaining and lengthy, I'll begin other chapters. Tell me whatcha think.

"The arena was dark. No person spoke a word, for the fight was about to begin. The crowd stood tense, waiting for the fighters to emerge. It was the soul-fighter they wanted to see, for they knew it would be he who would win, for the soul-fighter has never lost a battle, nor would decide to lose, for the title brought great power, and to lose that would be unfortunate.
The crowd went wild when they saw their “hero” come up from the tunnels. His muscular shape was one that symbolized great power, and he was essentially the image of their society.
The soul fighter was a strong fighter, and was usually given the best armor in the area. With armor forged from the strongest materials in the nation, it was almost impossible to penetrate. And not only was his armor strong, so was the weapon he wielded. For its blade was sharp and strong, being made of tough iron, it could defeat the best of fighters. The soul-fighter was essentially impossible to defeat, not because of their gear, but the skill as well. And because of this, they often allowed the soul-fighter to fight the best of fighters, and even criminals.
From the tunnel emerged the competitor, an outcast. Outcasts were often people who’ve broken the code and law, and were subject to punishment. But due to the lack of prison space, they were often sent to fight the soul-fighter. And this man stood there, looking completely pathetic in his hide armor. Not to mention the sword that he held was flimsy, and could easily be damaged. But thing that caught the audience attention was his expression. The man didn’t look hurt or sad like many outcasts often do when entering the arena, but instead he wore a face of pride and anger. The man wanted to kill the soul-fighter.
The two approached the center of the arena, and before anyone could say a word, their swords clashed and the battle began. The outcast stabbed the soul-fighter, only to find that the attack was returned. But, the flimsy sword of the outcast seemed to done some damaged to the soul-fighter, which was quite surprising. Hit after hit things raged on and each’s anger for another grew greater. The man would stab the soul-fighter, and the soul-fighter would return the strike, but instead would miss. This went on for hours without end.
The soul-fighter began to weaken, with blood being lost and legs no longer working, he fell to the floor. From here the outcast grabbed the soul-fighters sword and stabbed his opponent in the stomach. Without looking to see if he was dead, the outcast grabbed the helmet the man wore and put it upon his head, and help up the sword in front of the astonished audience. A new soul-fighter was born."

Uh, you call that short hehe. That is pretty long, and it is very good