Katrina started jogging towards a yellow gladiator. The gladiator was an Argonian who was carrying a sword in each hand. He saw her coming and let out a warcry. He rushed towards her, both blades raised and ready. She slowed down and readied her sword to block the incoming attack.
The Argonian swung one of his swords somewhat clumsily. Katrina's eyes brightened as she saw the opportunity. She raised her sword and blocked his blade. She quickly slid her sword down his blade and locked the Argonian's handguard with her own. With a twist, she sent his blade flying.

At the last second, she quickly blocked the second blade which was aimed at her shoulder. The handle of her sword snapped. Both the Argonian's and her own blade cut into her left arm. She cried out in pain and hopped back, holding her bleeding shoulder. The Argonian laughed and charged for another attack. Katrina dodged around him and kicked him in the shin. She failed to break his leg, but the Argonian fell to the ground nonetheless. She quickly ran over and grabbed one of his swords. Before the Argonian could react, she stabbed him between the shoulders, killing him. She stood there, gasping for breath.

Katrina pulled the sword out of his back and shook her head. "Reckless," She told herself. She hurried back to the rest of the prisoners, hoping for some backup. She wouldn't be able fight well with this painful, bleeding shoulder.