After an hour, Isis finally got up and began to leave. In the hour, there were only two more fights, both of them ending with the same climax of sparing the fallen warrior, resulting in the booming cheer of the crowd. When she had first seen the arena, she had expected it to be a place that only allowed battles to the death. Lessers pitted against other lessers, made to kill one another for the freeman and a way to show them that their lives meant nothing.
Yet reality was different. The fighters weren't that; instead, they were beloved by the people, many sections of the arena crying out the name of the warriors as they entered the arena, cheering them on, praying for their victory. She didn't doubt that those men were likely the most famous people within the city.
