Ah the pit. The familiar aroma of sweat, sand and blood hung in the air like a fine potpourri. Sassa wasn't bothered in the least by it. This was where she belonged. Where she felt the most alive. Win or lose she always enjoyed a good fight. Though winning was definitely more fun.
While she waited to be allowed into the ring she stretched all her muscles and worked all her joints to make sure there were no issues. Her right shoulder was still a little stiff from her last fight but it probably would hold up just fine. Sassa carefully wrapped strips of cloth around her hands in what had become almost a ritual for her before any fight.
The minute was up and there was a groaning creak as the gate began to be drawn open. As soon as there was room for her to enter she began slowly striding forward. Aside from the strips of cloth on her hands she was wearing only the simple cloth chest wrap and skirt of a slave woman. Her hair was cut unevenly and fairly short. The thin but muscled build and presence of several obvious scars told of her endurance and experience but the most important thing was her grin.
She was absolutely thrilled to be here. This ring, the combat, the danger and the excitement, it was everything she lived for. She wasn't one to play it up for the crowds. To walk in like she owned the place, boasting and bragging and putting on a show. No, the show she put on wasn't an act. She would fight brutally and ruthlessly and in the end they could make their judgements later, when the blood had been spilled.
Sassa began the long walk towards the center of the pit, using the time to take in her opponent. The other woman's confidence meant she wasn't new to this. Her muscles and lack of too many scars proved she was well trained and probably a real threat. Good, this should be interesting then.
As Sassa got close to the center she nodded her head towards her opponent. It was a gesture of respect but she kept it very brief, not wanting to put herself at risk of a sneak attack. Not every fight in this city was well-regulated and it was better to keep to her safe habits. "May the blood flow and the best woman stand victorious," She called out to Meeta.
