Juras went on to win his match that day with little to no trouble. It was one of those matches where disobedient slaves were sent to die against a gladiator of decidedly much higher caliber. Juras took his winnings, and spent the rest of the day at home, making sure he had enough money for the big purchase coming up.
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Jaiha wouldn't have to wait for much longer. The gate opposite of her remained closed for a few more seconds, so the crowd could get a good look at Jaiha, before the announcer introduced her opponent.
None other than The Longknife himself.
The gate opened, and Juras strode out, waving to the crowd and his slowly growing fanbase. He stopped, took a deep draft of the air, and knelt down, taking some of the arena's sand and rubbing a line of dust beneath both of his eyes.
He stood back up, and readied his scimitar, keeping his other hand free in case he needed to grab something.
A few more seconds so the audience could take in both combatants before they fought, before the announcer introduced the terms.
Combatants fight until they yield, best two out of three.
And then, the fight started. Juras started to stalk towards her, scimitar raised and ready to go.