After a while, Jo'jan grows weary of the fight, and decides to exit the arena for a brief moment to catch a breath of fresh air, as the arena smells of sweat and blood. She looks toward chief's private bench for him and his family, cursing to herself. 'The chief is a good leader, but that daughter of his.. A selfish woman.. I wish the chief many more days, so we do not become slaves under that woman's tyrannical hand soon...." She shakes he head, and walks slowly through the forest, looking through the foilage of the jungle trees toward the sky. "I can't imagine why nobody has challenged her to a duel in the arena yet..." Just then, Jo blinks her eyes heavily, and returns to the arena to watch the remainder of the fight, an idea hatching in her head.