Rhaak had fought men of all sizes and creatures from distant lands, but he had never seen someone floor another human with a mere look. There was something supernatural afoot here. A heretical power that he could not fathom. The word left his disbelieving lips, eyes looking up to meet the woman's enchanting gaze. 
"Sorcery-" 

He was cut off from saying more when the eunuch's arm was suddenly around his neck in a brutal hold. Rhaak gasped, trying to move his hands onto his arm to slacken the pressure on his neck. Even as the bald headed opponent began to squeeze harder, the six fingered brute waded in, spittle dripping out of his jowls as he sought to steal the kill the from eunuch. The young pit fighter breathed out of his nose as best he could, grabbing a hold of the eunuch's arm for support before burying his feet into the midsection of the bearded one. 

The force of the kick sent the eunuch back stumbling, and winded the would-be opportunist. All the while the sorceress watched with eyes as sharp as a bandit's blade. 

Rhaak found traction on the ground, immediately taking advantage of the slight slack in the eunuch's hold and elbowing the man thrice in quick succession, making it out of the grapple. His fist then struck the eunuch in the stomach, a rib shattering in a resounding crack that made the bald slave wail and stagger. A roar behind Rhaak betrayed the sudden charge of the lumbering cursed man. He spun, ducking a punch before getting hit by the second, causing him to grunt. He reacted like lightning, one hand gripping the slave's rags and the other his beard, holding them in a vice-like grip before spinning his body and roaring in return. 

The sorceress would see Rhaak's caramel muscled grow even more pronounced, and the pit fighter suddenly lifted the brutish figure over his shoulders to sail end over end and land hard on the arena's sand. The man must have weighed twice Rhaak's weight, if not more. The younger one did not delay, and swiftly stomped on the six fingered man's windpipe, ending his life. Blood fountained from the man's mouth, the wind picking up as if some Ifrit demanded the scent of blood to spread. 

Meanwhile, the injured eunuch had decided to take advantage of the downed slave master, freeing him of his scimitar. Rhaak turned, seeing the lanky slave warily approaching him with his new weapon, the blade gleaming in the morning sun. With a cry of rage, the eunuch slashed at Rhaak repeatedly. The pit fighter who still held his manhood in check thought it would be best to keep it that way, ducking and dodging. Once he saw an opportunity, he struck the eunuch on the leg, causing him to stumble. His next blow knocked the scimitar into the air, and his third punch shattered the other kneecap, causing the eunuch to fall to his knees. 

Rhaak caught the descending scimitar, and beheaded the eunuch in one swift motion. Another fountain of blood erupted, seeping into the sands of the pit. 

Sweat lightly beading on his forehead and chest, his red vest open. He pointed the weapon at Amira. Even being under the lash for years, he could not help but speak up in anger. "Who are you?"
[@Penny]