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The Games at this time consisted of both live combat
and tournament battle, with more of the former than the
latter. The difference between the two was that "live"
combat usually meant "live" death as well. Tournament
battles were fought between gladiators of exceptional skill,
who were too valuable to let themselves get killed, and
generally ended when one of the men was disarmed. None
of the prisoners were to be a part of those tournaments. The
Games Arryl and his fellows had been chosen to play
would be very, very real.
Raag led them into the arena and out onto the field.
The sound of two weapons ringing against one another was
almost deafening. A group of fighters - obviously veteran
gladiators - stood in a circle, cheering on two combatants.
The battle sounds stirred something inside Arryl. He craned
his head to see. It was evident from the frequency of the
strikes that here were two opponents who not only fought
with speed, but with skill.
Despite the noise, someone noticed Raag's approach. It
paid to notice the ogre before one became a temporary
obstacle in his path. The gladiators gave way for the
oncoming ogre. Arryl made a quick study of the men.
Hardened fighters all, but lacking in the grace and elegance
of a knight
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