His opponent swaggered out of his side with a smirk on his face and a skip to his step, he carried a large yet thin sword by his side that would have touched the ground if the man weren't as tall as he seemed. His long greasy orange hair seemed as unkempt and raunchy as possible. Withdrawing his bastard sword the man placed it haphazardly in front of himself with his arms slightly bent showing his muscles that bulged. Alara smiled, the man had expenses his speed for strength his teacher's must have been worse than he anticipated. beginning to edge towards the man he was surprised by a sudden rush as the man charged him with a stab. managing to parry with his sheild and smashing into the man's stomach. He noticed the man's neglect of the movement, despite his bare chest. Jumping back he flung the sharp shards of glass and clay that managed to distract the man to let him club the giant in the side and push kick him away as to stagger. Now wailing on the man's chest as to weaken the foe h found it easy to dodge the strange metaled sword as the man was easily predictable. Now more confident than ever Alara trapped the man's knee with his foot and smashed him over the head with a smile as he did so. 

"looks like all brawn and no brain makes even a pipsqueak a wor-" he said cut off by a punch to the gut.

The red headed gladiator proceeded to grab down on his chest plate and smash alara hard into the ground. Grunting as alara began to get up he kicked him hard in the ribs sending him skidding across the sand. As the giant walked confidently towards the sumerian he was smashed in the knee again by a small club. As the foe buckled down he reserved a severe smashing on both sides of his head, hitting the temple with each blow. Finally growing fatigued Alara paused and watched the bleeding man fall to the ground. The crowd cheered as Alara walked back to his school. He covered his arm as he noticed he has been cut more timed than he had seen.