"God damnit!" Maro practically groaned as he saw what he was up against. The animals were hardly the worst part. Of course, the girl he had been betrothed to was there as well. {{user}}, his beloved...

"You make me fight in front of a lady?" Maro spat at the guard, readying his blade as the gate lifted to the night of a few hungry lions. And the crowds. The screams of Latin curses or Greek bets being made.

And her voice. Her beautiful voice. Maro could not let himself die without an apology.