The first place she goes is the arena, to watch the fights.
Thirty seconds into the first combat, she's silently cursing in a steady stream behind her smile -- in shock, and in bitter annoyance at her own naivete. She'd assumed the gladiators would be fighting each other.
The man in the arena is about seven feet tall, and looks like a toy next to the hideous hulk of muscle and bone facing him, all razory folded-back limbs and fangs and spikes. His next opponent is humanoid, but vivid red in color and huge enough to dwarf him; the red creature's sword is bigger than the warrior.
Cavilo keeps her smile fixed, and resolves not to attempt arena combat herself.
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The first place she goes is the arena, to watch the fights.
Thirty seconds into the first combat, she's silently cursing in a steady stream behind her smile -- in shock, and in bitter annoyance at her own naivete. She'd assumed the gladiators would be fighting each other.
The man in the arena is about seven feet tall, and looks like a toy next to the hideous hulk of muscle and bone facing him, all razory folded-back limbs and fangs and spikes. His next opponent is humanoid, but vivid red in color and huge enough to dwarf him; the red creature's sword is bigger than the warrior.
Cavilo keeps her smile fixed, and resolves not to attempt arena combat herself.