It was just like Mara had described. The fighting pit. The opponent dressed like me and as big as me. Maybe even a little bigger. I had not really been given any time to train or prepare. I was just being thrown directly into the lion’s den. Maybe that was why the master was always losing. He forgot to prepare his fighters probably. He just hoped strength would be enough. It wasn’t. Luckily, I was not being thrown onto the sandy ground beneath my feet, without experience.
“Tonight, we have a new opponent brought by Grelgor,” someone from the dark shouted.
It was a bit hard to see with the many men gathered around us dressed in long and beautiful togas that screamed wealth like the fancy villas they lived in. I must say, I wanted to roll my eyes at it all, but there was no time to hate th
