Jon had sworn to himself that he'd stay true to his allies in this battle.<br/>He had sharpened spears, made sure his Gladius was sharp, inspected all his armor and uniform to make sure all was in proper order, even discussed a battle plan to those who had bothered to listen.<br/>He was prepared to fight the enemy cavalry.<br/><br/>Considering the amounts of guards present, it didn't seem like avoiding the battle was an option.<br/>Jon pondered upon whether one of the guards was half-ogre. The size of the man and lack of proper sentences seemed to indicate that.<br/><br/>The crowd was absolutely massive today, Jon thought to himself and waved. It was important to at least give them a show, at least when the alternative was getting a beating from the guards or the other gladiators.<br/><br/>The centaur woman was an enthusiasthic one.<br/>"At least we don't have to fight that one..." He mumbled to himself as he saw her prance around. She had some attractive traits, Jon thought to himself.<br/>Then he saw the enemy ''cavalry'' enter the stadium.<br/>"Son of a..."<br/>"Centaur cavalry my ass. If we lose to this group we're never gonna live it down."