The arena master chuckled and clapped his hands, rubbing his palms together as she agreed due to her lack of options.<br/>"Good, then best not waste any time." he whistled sharply, causing a crippled young man, walking with a pegleg and cane hurry into the room. "Get Saar to suit up, tryout for some fresh meat." the master told him, and the pegleg hustled away to the best of his ability, presumably to do as ordered.<br/><br/>"Come, follow me." the arena master invited Mia, now smiling broadly as he opened a door and started to lead her to one of the grates that opened into the arena stage. "I'll put you up against one of my better fighters. Seeing how you do, you can land on the midcard, entertaining the crowd before the main event, a deathmatch. Heh, if you can beat him even, I might give you the main event slot, with an appropriate challenge even. No need to worry, you won't be fighting a death match, as you expressed no desire to do so. You will be paid accordingly, if you get the spot and win, that is." With a lever, he pulled the grate up and motioned for Mia to pass through, fixing the gate in place and following through shortly.<br/><br/>"I should warn you that no outside weapons or armor are allowed. You want a weapon, say so now and I'll have one fetched for you. No sense in injuring the talent before the games." he explained "If you do get in for the show tonight, you can rest and get outfitted before your match, however you need. Friendly advice though, you'll get no love from the audience if you cover up all that desirable skin. They'll love you more if you tease them more, do you understand?"<br/><br/>While he explained, a gladiator emerged from the same passageway they came from, walking up to the pair in the large sand-covered square of a fighting  area. There's been hardly any obstacles placed, it was just an empty field for a mindless melee between warriors, fighting for the amusement of bloodthirsty folk. The gladiator who joined them, was a seven feet tall man, a tower of steel-hard muscles, wearing a full helm that covered his entire head, a loincloth wrapped tightly over an impressive package between his legs, sandals and two leathers straps, almost belt-like in appearance crossed over his torso. In his hands, he carried a longsword, though Mia could tell the edges were dull and if anything, strikes from the weapons would hurt and bruise, but not kill.<br/><br/>"Ah yes, Saar. This is our aspiring new ch allanger. What was your name sweetie? Anyway, she agreed to paying the entry fee with her body, so you can see your motivation standing before you. No killing or permanent damage though. If she does well, she gets a spot on tonight's games. Understand?" the master instructed the warrior and demanded acknowledgment, which came in the form of a silent nod from the massive man, Saar.<br/><br/>"Well, unless there's something you want, we can proceed with the tryouts. I'll just stand over there, a bit further away." the arena master addressed Mia, stroking his beard and waiting for any requests for weapons, or confirmation for beginning the duel.