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On the arena floor, Julia was losing the battle against Rhiannon, and the encircling warriors gave voice to their cruel expectation of the obvious outcome. Julia might have survived a minute longer if the hunchback hadn't stuck out a booted foot as she backed away from Rhiannon's onslaught. A cruel laugh and an outstretched foot sent Julia tripping backwards to land with a thump on her back. The heavy gladius fell from her hand and thudded to the ground. Like a triumphant boxer in the ring, Rhiannon stood over her fallen friend, her chest heaved with exertion and sweat glistened on her forehead and neck. Panting, she stood sword in hand, almost unsure of what to do next. The answer was simple. Kill her friend....