Flinching a little when she felt the weight of his head on hers, Ania's eyes slid towards him, adjusting slowly to this new development. Exhaling slowly, her muscles gradually loosened and she managed to relax. It was almost terrifying to be in this situation, responsible for propping up another human being. She didn't want to move, lest she disturb him. She stared down curiously at the man that was first presented. He was biiig. She giggled, though, when Hadrian thought he was scary. "You really think he's scary? I bet you could beat him up any day."
The second man was presented, and he was just as muscular as the first. He had a catlike walk about him, and he prowled around in a circle, flashing his scars and egging the crowd on. He was probably a returning champion, from all those scars. The music dimmed momentarily, and it looked like they were about to get started. She took a fistful of linen, a little afraid of what's going to happen, and watched as the two men charged at each other with their weapons. "They're ... dancing."
The second man was presented, and he was just as muscular as the first. He had a catlike walk about him, and he prowled around in a circle, flashing his scars and egging the crowd on. He was probably a returning champion, from all those scars. The music dimmed momentarily, and it looked like they were about to get started. She took a fistful of linen, a little afraid of what's going to happen, and watched as the two men charged at each other with their weapons. "They're ... dancing."