Darth Sicarius found himself standing in the Sith Arena. All he wished to do was test his own skills, show off a bit, and get a feel for the new setting. What better way then to hunt down some Rancors? Traveling was not in his agenda though, so he chose to wander his way into the area.
He was relatively new to the Sith. No friends, no enemies, just a neutral area. A new place to begin. The Darth pulled free his signature saber, igniting the crimson black blade. No sense in waiting for long. He motions for the three cages to be released, his form still otherwise. He watched as the metallic gates fell, a smile forming behind his mask. No sense in making this easy either.