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Slowly, the limo pulled up and Silence stepped out. A small group of annoying reporters began asking him questions, but Silence kept to his name. He headed into the supposed 'building' for these 'matches' he would attend. They were four rounds long, each consisting of 5 minutes. First one out in any of the four rounds lost. If no one won, they were both kicked out. Suddenly a small woman got in front of him and grabbed his sides. Silence grew alarmed quickly, taking a step back. The woman sighed.
"Just a checkup for any hidden weapons. You can carry a bunch of ones besides any firearms or bombs, but they must be visible, got i- I see you were planning to smuggle THESE in?"
She held up his arm and pointed to the arm blades Silence had, who growled and pulled his arm back.
"I'm using these. You want to make it fair for the others? Tie me up, blindfold me, break my arms and legs, take away my weapons, make sure I'm not breathing or my heart is pumping, and they MAY have a chance.One person against me right now wouldn't last a second. DO. YOU. UNDERSTAND?"
The woman's face paled and she nodded, suddenly cutting off her search. Satisfied, he decided to see if he could see any contestants. He had three categories for this sort of thing: the rich, the desperate, and the foolish. He saw 'champion' fencers talking amongst themselves, as if fencing was a true battle. It was so rule-bound, you can fight a man and become his friend using those rules. He wasn't sure if he should classify them as rich, foolish, or desperate for attention, or to impress the ladies because of their probably very small-
Suddenly he was bumped by a beggar carrying a knife. Yep, foolish and desperate. So far, he couldn't even categorize anyone as one thing, but variations of two or three. This was going to be too-
A large, nay, very large man walked past Silence, holding a sledgehammer in each hand. Maybe there was a fourth category he should be considering.
Suddenly, he heard his name called. He headed for what looked like the arena, greeted by a hundred screaming fans who wanted to see blood and gore like most of today's society who suddenly quieted when they saw the man on TV step into their midst. Silence gave a sarcastic, lazy wave as if he was getting too much attention from a thousand screaming fans. He turned to see his opponent was...some gangster, his pants partway down, holding a switchblade. He smiled crazily at Silence, flicking out the blade and holding it in a position he thought he looked cool, not in any way showing he knew how to use it. Silence extended his longswords, and it seemed as if the knife.....became limp and bent to one side. The gangster stared at Silence, so it was obvious this man ignored the news. A bell rang, signalling the beginning of the first round. Silence walked slowly up to him.

The people in the front row now had to worry about bloodstains on their clothes, ruined in the first round, not even. Almost right after the bell, their wasn't enough of the gangster to even fill a bucket. They were left stunned until the next contestants came in. Silence had finished the first round in about a minute.