Mila nervously grinned up at the Green glaring down at her. Frankly, it was a relief that he started to look away and focus more on the rest of the fight. When the Barsoomian suddenly sprinted to her aid, she gasped with surprise, and then sagged with relief, before making her way to the sides of the arena.<br/><br/>"Thank you, sir!" she called out to the lance carrier. "I'll pay you back when we're out of this! Don't worry, he's not tough, just stubborn as all hell!"<br/><br/>Away from the action, all the gladiators seemingly occupied, Mila took this time to take better stock of the surroundings. For starters, the weapons scattered about the arena: were any of them ranged? Slings, bows, throwing knives, javelins, anything she could use to help from the sidelines without risking getting her teeth knocked out?<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Mila is...running to a more "advantageous" position</div></div>