Azula smiles as two men help her into her armor, she didn't mind how touchy they were and instead focused on the prize. Today she would win her twentieth battle, coming out hardly scathed with the blood of her enemy scattered about her weaponry. It was a sight of gore but inside, it was a sight of absolute glory. As they finished strapping on her armor and various weaponry they went on to feed Ma'at, her pet Komodo. 

With a small smirk she stepped forward, they opened the doors and she was now looking at the arena. As she walked in she heard many a boos and cheers for her. It all made her more, anxious, excited. Most of these men and women had come for him to healing, it was sad to see them like this, but it didn't matter in the fight. She took her battle axe from her back and waited patiently for her contender. As soon as the doors opened, she would be ready.

Out came a man, he was lithe, but at the same time very muscular. He was handsome and seemed experienced in battle, it appeared he was of Spartan decent, Azula could tell by his weapons and the look of him. This was going to be a tough fight, now she would try to find his weakness during his boast. 

He let out a roar of fury and blood-lust, though it scared the crowd Azula was untouched by it. He was all talk, at least that was what it seemed. The man didn't waste his time though, instead he simply charged her, his spear aimed straight at her heart. 

Azula set a face of stone and dropped her battle axe, she took a throwing stick from her waist, tossing it at his neck with good aim. His helmet limited his visibility and he was going to fast to avoid it, the stick hit his neck and he stumbled slightly. She used this time to take her her axe from the ground and move around him, now she was facing his back, dropping her axe once more she took her dagger and charged him. 

He was too quick, turning around with the agility of a small man, not the hulk he was. Blocking her tiny dagger with his spear he knocked her aside with the wood and she ended up on the ground. The once silence crowd now gasped and waited for her to be finished, the hulk walked over to her and put his spear to her chest where he would essentially just ram it in after some adjustments...but Azula was not that weak.

AS he raised his spear she picked herself up and stabbed at his leg, her dagger went deep. He cried out and took a swing at her with watery eyes but she was already gone, this battle wasn't over yet. She then found that he wasn't one to stand down either. He tore the serrated dagger from his leg with nothing more then a cry and a wince before going to tackle her. 

Azula's eyes widened but she jumped away, he was now on the ground and she was taking her khopesh out of its sheath. He was already getting back up, his eyes were steady and calm though Azula's were slightly frantic. He changed his tactics and this time slowly advanced, his shield now out. It surprised Azula and she soon got hit by it, ending up on the ground, something was broken. 

He walked towards her and this time wasted absolutely no time in trying to kill her, but he was slightly soft. Not wanting to do this it seemed, instead he lifted her up in a concealed way and gave her a small nod. Azula knew what was happening but not what to do. She kicked him back and they made a small show of it. Azula felt horrible but she now thought of what he had possibly gone through. Taking her khopesh she weakly brought it down on his throat, ending him, he had a small sad smile on his face at the time and though the crowd cheered her on she fell to the ground and started to sway with his dead body, in the hopes of waking him, crying and mumbling something.