For a moment, Yasmin thought this was it. Maybe this was how she was going to go, snapped in half by some stupid brutish thing. As opposed to some other stupid, brutish thing, of course. She always knew it would be in the ring; she had just always hoped for something more...memorable.
She watched the axe rise, scrambling backwards as fast as she could, but it wouldn't be enough, that thing was big enough to split her down the middle--except, apparently, also big enough to to pull teh orc backwards.
She watched him fall with wide eyes, utterly floored by what she was witnessing, but down he went, the ground vibrating under his weight, and...
He didn't get back up.
With a relieved groan, Yasmin let herself flop backwards onto the sand, panting heavily and feeling on the verge of heat-stroke, but it was over, goddammit. It was finally over.
And around her, she heard the roar of the crowd.
It was a draw. Today, they were all coming out of this alive.
Rolling over onto her side, she had been about ready to shout something out to the man, but that was when she noticed he was kind of unconscious, too. Or dead. Hopefully not dead. A group armed attendants strode out into the arena to collect the bodies--in this case, living ones--and two hauled her up between them while a group went to try to handle the orc. They dragged Yasmin past the man right as two others hoisted him up.
It was straight to the infirmary with them.