The wepons began to bend and contort as Rook entered the arena, is right hand, palm up and the fingers slightly clenched. All the matal in the wepons was just another type of earth, manipulating it was easy. Rook wore brown leather pants and a brown padded shirt. Around his waist was his Black diamond long sword.
"Outside weapons make things so random." He said as he looked to each indivigual combatant. "This will make things a bit more intresting I think."
Wasting no time at all Rook unclenched his fingers with a jerk sending all the now useless weapons flying in the directions of his competitiors.