"SABERTOOTH VS THE VICTORIOUS!" The announcer boomed across the sands; the onlookers cheered in a blur of movement.
"The Victorious? Don’t you mean The Victims?" Tremor said pulling his halberd off his back.
"Shut up!" The guy holding the spear snapped. "What kind of name is Sabertooth anyway, your cat looks like a

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"Brave words for someone who stinks of fear and piss," Sapphire said petting Decker’s back, "Decker likes the smell of fear."
Amused, Decker did his part and licked his lips. The swordsman took another step back. And the mage looked like she was going to start crying. She was too soft for the arena.
The starting bell rang out, nearly drowned out by all the cheering of people in the stands. They were a multicolored blur of faces and movement surrounding the sands on all sides. Sapphire dropped Decker’s weapons on the ground as she stepped behind him. She was murmuring to herself as she started to cast a spell. He picked up the short sword and knife. Tremor was already swinging his halberd at the spear guy.
Decker was on the swordsman before he could bring his longer weapon to bear. Even as a freak of nature, Decker was fast on his feet.
"You're using a sword?" The man shrieked in surprise.
Towering over the man as he stood on two legs, it was easy to knock the longsword out of his awkward grip. His short sword dealt with the sword while his knife cut through the thin leather and scratched the youth across the stomach from side to side. Not enough to rip the entrails, but it hurt. He doubled over in pain, stumbling backwards.
"I suggest you yield before I rip out your intestines," He growled, pushing the youth down, his bright red blood flowing into the sands.
"I yield!" He whimpered, clutching his belly. Another type of wetness spread across the sands.