"[i]Okay, coward.[/i]" the announcer says, before switching off comms.
As you wait for the next opponent to enter, your baton is warped out of your hand and replaced with a short, steel sword.
It takes a little while before the next gladiator enters the scene. It is a middle-aged man with sunglasses, a greasy tank-top, and cargo shorts. A rough stubble covers his otherwise bald face. He must not care about the cold. He carries the same weapon as you.
"Come at me, bitch!" he shouts at you, shifting into a defensive position as he inches closer to you.
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