A voice from the Master's box, a tower that stood on one side of the arena and reached halfway up the stands, echoed throughout the Coliseum.  

"Well it's a shame I missed most of _that_ fight!  But we have great shows for you today!  A special surprise that I've gone to some trouble to procure!  While we set up, how about we have a little show of skill!"

Down in the arena two men stepped out of the armory bay.  One was a bearded Anaxan man.  He carried a long bow, and wore nothing but a pair of bracers and a leather skirt.  He was raising his hands to the crowd, shouting joyously to them.  
The other man was darker skinned, and obscured in strange armor and a heavily ornamental helmet.  He also carried a bow, though his was strange and curved, and he had a scimitar at his side as well.  He stood near the armory bay and waited for the Anaxan man to reach the other side of the arena.  

The Anaxan man turned and knocked an arrow from a side quiver, meanwhile the other man took two arrows into his right hand, and held his finger on the bow, neither arrow knocked.  When the Anaxan man let his arrow fly, the other man flicked one of his arrows up to the bow.  His arrow intercepted the first one, and was immediately followed by the second, which flew through the air and landed with a thump in the Anaxan man's right shoulder.  The man screamed and fell to his knees.  The strange man took three more arrows from his quiver and was charging full sprint to the Anaxan, who was trying desperately to knock an arrow with his injured arm.  The stranger was about to fire when the Master's voice filled the arena again. 

"Hold!" he said, a laugh barely discernible through his voice.  "Amicus is injured, there's no need to kill him.  Ladies and gentlemen, this stranger is called Ogedai, he comes from the east!"  There was a great outbreak of murmuring.  This was a man from one of the lands that the Anaxan legion was campaigning against.  "He has come to show us his strength and skill in battle.  And I rather think he's done so now!"  

Two men with a stretcher came form the armory bay to collect Amicus, who refused assistance and instead stood and staggered back to the gate.  Ogedai, meanwhile, had already come back and was making his way up the stairs to the contestant stands.  

Orun looked at the stranger, nearly speechless.  "I.. Wow!  incredible!  What was your trick, how do you knock your arrows so fast?"  

The man barely looked at Orun, and deflected the question.  "It's a simple skill.  You should know it just from watching.  Children where I come from can do that."

Orun's face darkened, but he said nothing of the man's rudeness.  Ogedai stood away from the other contestants.  He took his helmet off, revealing long, braided black hair.  He watched the rest of the proceedings with a look of detached boredom.  

The Master's voice was echoing again.  "Well, if you want a treat, I'd like to invite Orun back to the arena!  I have a beast I think even _you_ would find challenging.  You may even want a partner!"  

Orun turned away from the rude Easterner and looked at Garvus.  "Well, maybe now is a good time for us to fight together.  Lend me your shield?  I'm anxious to see what Auldus has procured for us."