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[prissy_kytten]

Marcus

Marcus stood there more then anything not believing his luck that the new guy would be so dumb as to stand there with nothing more then clothes to cover his body, and with two oppontents none the less.

He watched as Jenna look confused but slowly walked to the middle of the Arena. Not one to let a woman seem braver then him he waited til she took her stance and then he strutted up not more then five feet from her side.

Drawing his sword and then dropping it at his own feet he looked at Anthony with hatred in his eyes. He had always wanted Sybil, she should have been his, but they had never not once been together she had been cold and distant to him but this guy she just fell into his arms all to willingly.

Well he would just have to rip those arms now wouldn't he?

"Well you face us both at once as a fool or would you prefer just to fight me, hand to hand, man on man?"

Marcus knew he was a good fighter but that his confedence could be his down fall if he allowed his ego to over ride his control.

 

[BadForm]

The gladiators were easy to assess, though most people would assess them incorrectly. Jenna was confused, afraid. Many would think she was the easy target but that confusion meant she was watching everything that happened and the tinge of fear meant she would fight viciously for her life. Marcus was confident, arrogant. To anyone untrained he would seem a greater threat, yet his confidence meant he could leave himself open and his arrogance meant he was not thinking clearly.

I glanced from one to another as both approached. When they were in range and in a ready stance I chuckled and raised a hand, flicking the fingers as if to summon Jenna. It bought me the second I needed from both fighters. I moved fast, stepping forward suddenly towards Marcus and spinning around. I aimed a high kick at the cheek away from his sword and felt him spin as I connected. He was down, not out but down on the ground dazed. He had dropped his sword and within another two seconds I had it in my own hands.

Jenna had reacted now, moving closer and preparing to strike. With my initial goal achieved I rolled beneath her swing and pushed myself away and to my feet. Now I was armed. One gladiator had been disposessed and would take a moment to recover. The other was ready as I and we watched each other for a sign of what each other was thinking.