Sweat fell to the ground enveloped by the dust. The cheers from the crowd reverberated around him.
It was time.
His sword glistened as he drew it from the scabbard. Notched from tip to hilt with the remnants of battle, it was once again thirsty for blood. Lifting his shield from the hard dirt below him, he walked through the open doors to the coliseum.
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