One more battleThe roar of the crowd is heard outside, he is in front of the door of the arena, soon would be his turn to fight, he adjusts his armor and puts on his helmet, check for the last time the reins that hold his shield.
"One more battle, one more battle" he says to himself.
Each fight gets him closer to being free, he just had to survive. In an instant the sound of the crowd gets silenced, once again he hear the announcement of the next match, these words filled him with terror, the moment had arrived, the huge doors start opening, the creak of the wood produces him an awful feeling, as every time he had gone to the arena, it was the prelude to the showdown that would determine his life. With the door open, sheathes his sword and takes his spear and trotted quickly to the center of the arena where his opponent awaited, the roar of the crowd becomes deafening. His opponent wore a helmet and full armor similar to his, but his shield was square and much larger and he hasn't a spear.