Jon Stalwart was a human man in his prime, though he originally had arrived from another country he had soon adapted to the current one. He had been  wimp when he arrived, but the battles of the arena had soon toughened him up. Granted, there had been the occassional concussion and it was rarely he escaped a battle without a wound, but he was getting better at it.<br/><br/>Still, there was something that didn't feel right about the current situation.<br/>"Do you suppose they're getting bored of us?" He mused, the question not actually directed at anyone in particular.<br/>The crowd seemed to relish in bloodshed after all, he thought to himself, as long as it was not their own.<br/><br/>He thought about what to go for when it came to oncoming battle.<br/>The uniform, Hide Medium Armour, Spear and a Heavy Wooden Shield seemed like a good combination that would work against mounted enemies.