Your weapon is a short steel sword.
You opponent is a middle-aged man. He's already in the arena, fresh from killing his last opponent. He trots around the Pit, gathering applause from the audience, before slowing to circle you. He twirls his sword tauntingly as he studies you, smirking.
"You're a fine looker, ain't ya?" he says, "Too bad I have to butcher ya."
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