Hearing the chains of the gate raising in front of him, momentarily blinded from the outside. Stepping into the sand, covered floor of the arena. Duruz scanned the stands, seeing mostly of the crowd with there eyes on the person across from him. His eyes went to the gate across from him, to see his opponent a woman he wasn't really that surprised. Women fought in his clan that's why no one had survived, his grip on both blades tightened. He wouldn't underestimate her skill, by the tell of it she had fought here more than him.

He wasn't like all the orcs down below were, where they would charge. Keeping the blades in a tight grip, putting a foot behind the other to give him a bit more balance. Putting himself into a defensive position, most of the crowd looked at him confused. Duruz didn't care though, keeping his defensive position his eyes taking in the two handed sword that she held.