The muffled announcer raised his voice in a climactic cry as the audience burst into a roaring cheer. The clinking sound of sliding chains accompanied the sudden lurch of the wood and iron door in front of her. At first, the brightness of the sun left her blinded, walking forward into the heat of the day across the dusty ground of the arena. She blinked away the glare, lifting her sword to acknowledge the crowd momentarily. She wasn't much for show. She only complied with the games at all as a way to have leverage for the masters' treatment over the other slaves. She didn't have to enjoy her job. She took her place, flexing some in preparation for the fight as her eyes fell to the door on the opposite side of the arena where her opponent would emerge.