This wasn't the way things were supposed to go. It was supposed to be an easy job with any easy payout but here he was, the place anyone of his stature dreaded being. A criminal faced with death if he couldn't swing a sword correctly, and he really didn't know how to swing a damned sword. As he entered the arena he could see the man he would be facing across the sand. The sounds of cheers were drowned out by the dread he found taking over his body. The nod the man gave him hadn't even registered right away but a few seconds passed and he reciprocated the gesture. Then the dread really set in, that guy was like twice his size and much more muscular, this was going to go badly.
"Shit." Was all he could mutter as he waited for the match to begin.
@Gothic