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... he small arena. He wiped some blood off his lip with the back of his hand and grinned.
"My next opponent is you?" he asked, with ill-concealed disappointment. "I do hope you shall prove more worthy than that comrade yonder, lest you find yourself scurrying home to weep in your mother’s apron."
The person before him was a second-year across and he scowled at Ares. He raised his guard, clearly irritated.
"You’ve got a mouth on you, freshman."
"Yes. So I’ve been led ...
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