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The cold morning dew made Gavriel freeze into his very core. He pulled his jacket tighter around him.

The brown boots The Organisation had given him kept the water away from his socks. That was the only positive thing he had to say about the clothes he'd been given tho.

He looked dangerous, just like the thugs he had to try to fit in with. The clothes hugged his body, making him feel like he was on display.

As he pulled at the way to tight and low trousers, he could see he was entering the worn-down part of the town.
Everything around him looked like it was either broken or to dirty to touch with gloves on.

He tried to look like he belonged there, but it wasn't going very well. The few people who were out on the street this time of day looked suspiciously at him.

He let out a sigh of relief when he finally entered the only stonebuilding in sight. It only took a million of a second for him to tense up again. 

The mass of people was overwhelming. Everywhere he turned, a dangerous-looking person of some kind stood to face him.

He felt incredibly small. How would he find the contact The Organisation had sent out in this chaos. He didn't even know if it was a man or a woman.

Panic started to build up in his chest as he almost broke his neck while trying to look for anyone who could be the contact.

A hard elbow met his ribcage when a gorilla-looking woman tried to make her way through the crowd. He crouched forward, holding his hurting side.
Another arm made him lose balance, there really were way to many people!

He stumbled and just as he was about to fall down, a hand grabbed his wrist and stabilized him. He looked at the person holding him, a brown cloak was the only thing he could see.

- Isak?

A rough voice emerged from the big hood covering the persons face. He recognized the name The Organisation had given him as a codename for the mission.

- Yes.

His voice came out so weakly that he had to clear his throat and repeat himself.

- Yes. That's me.

The man, he guessed it was a man according to his deep voice, dragged him across the room, not letting go of Gavriels wrist.

When they reached one of the corners, the man turned to him again.

-Listen here, because we don't have to much time. The test to enter Ibex is a lot like a competition, only the strongest will go far enough to enter.

Gavriel looked at the huge crowd and felt his heart drop.
The man seemed to notice his feelings, he quickly tried to smooth it over.

-Don't worry. Most people are just here to take a look at the fights. It's always one hell of a bloodbath.

Well. Fuck this. Gavriel couldn't even feel his heart anymore, he guessed it fell all the way to the floor. Maybe it would, literally speaking too. He guessed some of the thugs in here wouldn't hesitate to rip out his heart, drop it to the ground and proudly declare, "I won". 

- Hey.

The hooded man snapped his fingers in front of him, and he returned to his senses.

- The group over there.

He pointed at a group standing in the middle of the room, slightly seperated from the rest.

- They are the ones who are deemed to weak to stay at their positions. If you defeat any of them, you take their place.

They looked absolutely terrifying. 

- You won't be fighting them though. You would get sliced to neat little pieces.

A little laugh escaped the man, and he quickly coughed to hide it.

- You will challenge that man. 

He pointed at an old man standing beside the group of "weak people".

- He will fight you, if he deems you worthy, you'll become a disciple of Ibex.

- And if he doesn't?

The little man in the cloak looked up at him, and Gavriel could see his teeth flash in a violent smile.

- He'll break your sorry little neck and feed you to the crows.