After Baracus had landed the hard blow, and see instead standing Armaxis falled into the sand, Baracus breathed heavily in his dark tunic and holding blades balancely. The arena medics came carry Armaxis, to check did he get too bad injury or not to join today combats or is he out for today. When Armaxis was moved and Baracus lefted the arena, his hands and legs shaked violently and he felted desire throw up!<br/><br/>His master saw him in that moment of weakness and Baracus swallowed and tried harden his body not to shake, he felted ashamed to feel such weak. But isntead scolding his master smiled and tapped Baracus shoulder and said; "Easy there, that was your first pratice sessions, not your first blood! Also it's naturall feel more adrealine in encounters which are mere sparring matches but almost real arena combat. No doubt the ladies watched youu both carefully, and so arena master and debt managers. You did fine performance out there."<br/><br/>Baracus felted slightly blsuhed from the compliments and he said; "Oh...thank you master Sarges, I hope I dont cause disapointment in real thing then." Baracus master nodded and said; "Keep up the good work Baracus and you will not dissapoint me. Now, go get yourself washed and prpeared for real match now, which is starting soon so you cannot afford delay." Baracus nodded and he went to the arena bathign areas, in there he undressed into his loincloth and started wash his sweaty body and also add moistery oil so that his muscled body appeared shining. It gived more handsome look for gladiator when their skins glistened beautyfully but Baracus it was mildly annoying because he had carefully wash his hands or otherwise he lose grip on his weapons. Also the oil stickied itself onto his clothes quite easily.