The six gladiators do not move like one well-oiled machine, nor even with much semblance of teamwork, so focused on independent action that they might even put one another at risk in their zeal to please their Warhoon masters!  Not that this makes any difference to the three Earthlings among you, who grasp only that they are in peril!<br/><br/><strong>Katra</strong>, your foe rolls clear and springs back to his feet, swinging at you wildly as he does so. He backs off a little, shaking his head to clear ithis blade shifting to a more cautious en garde as he studies your stance.  There is no hiding the way he favors the leg you swept, though, and he's clearly hurt.  Looks like he's trying to get your measure before trying anything else.  Assuming, of course, that you let him.  But from the jeering directed at him by the crowd, this is not his usual thing and he's getting emasculated for wising up.<br/><br/><strong>Mila</strong>, the Green facing you grins unpleasantly and then does the most obvious and predictable thing you imagined, trying to bring his mighty spear down on you in a haymaker blow.  There's<em>probably</em>a naughty joke in this somewhere but you're a little too busy to appreciate the absurdity right at this moment.<br/><br/><strong>Tiana</strong>, your dance partner snarls as you jab at him and tries to shove you away in order to get a proper wind-up for a hard blow.  His gaze is cruel, serious...and for a split second you think that you might be in serious trouble...when your gaze fills with green as the lone Thark steps forward to stand in his way.<br/><br/><strong>"Coward,"</strong>he rumbles.<strong>"She has only a dagger!  Are you Zodangan?"</strong><br/><br/>This would be a lot more impressive if his voice hadn't chosen that moment to break.  What is he, a teenager?  But he holds the pair of swords he snapped up in a way that speaks of long familiarity and takes a bold stance.<br/><br/><strong>"You face Tal Ptomj of the Thark, fool!"</strong><br/><br/><strong>Lei Heng</strong>, you know three things.  First, this isn't Tiensin anymore.  Second, you're pretty sure that this is some kind of wierd ogre or demon or something, even worse than a gwailo.  And third, it bleeds just fine after you give it a few good jabs with your spear...so can die just fine, too.  For all that, the giant you face has some skill and you have no armor of which to speak, so you cannot just ignore its attempts to strike you.  Getting out of the way would be wise, and if there was death ground here...ah, but this is an arena.  No such joss.<br/><br/><strong>Kain</strong>, this is almost funny.  These guys are a joke!  You've faced worse horsing around in the barracks!  If you weren't buck naked, bereft of anything familiar, surrounded by these weird green guys...and a couple of really hot looking women, too, although that one over there looks like she's a little puzzled about this whole gladiator games thing.  Your blade catches your target in the gut and only his reflexes save him from a worse wound, but you see the look of shock and pain on his face, watch it turn to fear.  His desperate attempt to return the favor isn't even in the ball park, as your grandaddy would say.<br/><br/>He cries out, a word that makes no sense to you.  Whatever 'jasoomian' means, it seems to rattle the others a bit as well.  He stumbles back a few steps, his stance going fully defensive.<br/><br/><strong>Zuri</strong>, your massive leap is effective, but a little less than graceful.  Overpowered would be a good word for it.  But you're pretty sure you'll get the feel for this pretty quickly!  If, that is, you can manage to stay alive when you're surrounded by people with nasty sharp pointy sticks and stuff.  And naked men.  Can't overlook that.<br/><br/>Weirdly, you get the impression that the man trying to skewer you could care less that you're showing the world.<br/><br/>Yeah, that's right.  You fucking own this fight.