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He struck on her as he would strike upon a rock with a pick in the mines of his homeland. And felt satisfaction as his efforts yielded results like the ore veins of precious metals.
Nostrils flared as he sensed weakness. Kalla dropped his javelins and reached out to seize her shield in one hand, while the other curled into a fist and hurtled toward her gut.
Elsewhere, the other gladiators fought, painting the sands red in an effort to obtain whatever it was they fought for: glory, gold, or to prove something to themselves.
All the while, the crowd screamed their lungs out.
Nostrils flared as he sensed weakness. Kalla dropped his javelins and reached out to seize her shield in one hand, while the other curled into a fist and hurtled toward her gut.
Elsewhere, the other gladiators fought, painting the sands red in an effort to obtain whatever it was they fought for: glory, gold, or to prove something to themselves.
All the while, the crowd screamed their lungs out.