Baracus was standing nervously, today would be his first gladiator combat, of course before that he will get warming up match to get familiar of the combat before he gets first blood.<br/><br/>His master laughs whit present arena master and says; "Aye, my boy is quicker than the so called 'sarmatian prince'. He is facing him in his pratice match so watch him carefully, he may be your challenger someday dear arena master."<br/><br/>Baracus becomed wide eyed.<br/><br/><em>What? Sarmatian prince? Was it not land where I was from? I wonder how I fare against a prince, I heard sarmatian pricnes are very gifted in warfare.</em><br/><br/>Soon the gong is hitted and his master escorts him into the waiting room for training match, wearing only dark tunic whit red lines and having only fine leaf tipped double edged sword and dagger in his other hand. Baracus master, and owner, tapped into his shoulder and said; "Take calmly lad, just remember what your mentors taughted and you will be fine."