The speaker screamed into action to annotate the warriors moves.
"Mates! The nickel hoarder Boron is battling the royal family's head hunter!" he pointed to Boron who had some arrows sticking out of his shiny dark armor.
He groaned and ripped the arrows out.
The speaker looked to another fight.
"Ooh! we have a veteran gladiator in the arena this year!" He showed a heavily armored man who had some grayish beard visible under his helmet.
"He seems to be handling that scoundrel very well…"
The Gladiator knocked the scoundrel out with a single move of his spiked mace.
"Ah! let's look at this…" he said. "Two of our loyal guards decided to join this year… is that Tom?" He showed Arlo and Tom still dueling.
"İ don't remember the name of the other one." he shrugged "They seem to be in a tie…"
Arlo and Tom clashed swords once again. Their moves were slowing down, Tom was starting to feel hot under the armor.
When it came to Arlo he did not know what to do so he was copying his opponents strikes.
"Shit you are though!" Tom spitted to the ground.
"Well take this! " His unexpected fist made a clunk noise when it arrived to Arlos helmet.
Arlo twitched a little but decided to use his hands due to the fact that they were almost equal.
He sheathed his sword while Tom did the same.
"Come at me sucka!" Tom's taunts could not affect a skeleton.
A fist hit Tom's face, then another striked Arlo.
Arlo punched his shoulder while trying to avoid being punched.
Their concentrated session seemed to be interrupted when the gladiator said something to them; "My generation was far more superior yeh small fries."
Tom opened his mouth to answer him but Arlo punched him in the face when he wasn't expecting it.
He groaned and fell to his knees.
The old gladiator turned to Arlo.
"A cruel one arent ye?"
"So come ere and face meh!"