[center][h2][color=f26522]Cicero Bladewalker[/color][/h2][/center]

Rhakkar..So He did make it until the championship. Cicero cracked his neck, [color=orange][i]"Good. Let's see what he's made of."[/i][/color] Cicero's focus zoned in upon the demon-folk. Everything else faded into the background. All the cheers, movement, and uproar of the Colosseum. Right now, the only thing in his conscious mind was the one standing before him.

Once the match began Rhakkar threw steel axes at Cicero. They looked really sharp and Cicero backed into the shadows to bridge some distance between himself and them. At the same time, he raised his shield in Rhakkar's direction. His right arm held the shield while his left clutched his sword. His right twinged in slight pain as he raised it. He couldn't overdo it here as it was still recovering.

Anticipating another charge from the barbarian, Cicero would wait until Rhakkar got within range. Then he would move his shield to deliver a wide arcing slash with his sword to account for any sidestepping movements. He hoped to keep up with the fiend.