"Who does that bastard think he is, trying to get an untrained girl to fight for her own property. The honor of that man is so far beneath his feet, he'd have to dig for the rest of his pathetic life to find it." Ocieros took a deep breath as he set his hammer down with an audible thud in the prep rooms. The earthy walls dulled the noise of the crowds outside, even the stomping muddled through the thick floors. A wall was lined with weapons, everything from small swords to hammers similar to his own. "Are you completely sure about this Issi, it wouldn't be hardly an issue for me to use this hammer for it's intended purpose. We both know that book is rightly yours, and I would have figured you'd be in the mood for an eye for eye."<br/><br/>The crowd was getting rambunctious outside. They were excited for a new match, someone who hadn't fought before. Like always, people loved new underdogs, the opportunities of fresh meat always present in the minds of the crowd. Even when the fight started, Ocieros was going to be watching from the pit's underbelly. The little dugout area was close enough to get into the arena. If he needed to, he was damn sure going to jump into the ring and stop it.<br/><br/>All of the weapon on this wall were roughly forged, fairly low quality, and he imagined most of these had more rust than metal left to them. That would probably make them more dangerous in the long run, but that wasn't the point of the arena. He knew that if Cerci had the honor to challenge someone as young and as tiny as Neris, he wouldn't have the honesty to even pick a somewhat even match to fight her. He'd pick one of the biggest fighters in the arena, to just brutally outsize the poor child.