Fenris gets to the blacksmith and asks him to Smith him a spear made out of silver and quenched in dragons blood "there's a monster in the capital" he said grimly
Fenris grabs the spear the Smith had just made the blade still hot after the quenching and began to run towards the arena'hope I'm there in time's he thought
He waves his hand, and his sword floats in the air, attacking on it's own. "I have no ill will with you. But attack me, and you suffer the consequences."