( POV Jon Snow )
I look across the arena at my opponent Raggo the beast of the fighting pits a giant of a man wielding a large arakh staring me down and while we where friendly with each other I knew he wouldn't hesitate to kill me so I won't hesitate to do the same I have to survive for Ghost who wasn't with me in this fight.
The Masters are placing their bets on who they think will win and I know most of them believe I will lose with out Ghost as they look at me across the imposing figure of Raggo and while I look old for my age around twelve name days I'm only 8 name days old.
'Any second now' I take a deep breath and close my eyes as I hear the horn blow I exhale and open my eyes but one of my eyes is white as I warg into Ghost and share his power, speed and strength I look at Raggo running at me and raise my shield strapped to my right forearm using it to brace my spear against.
And as he gets into range I stab my spear forward towards his chest at speeds a lesser fighter would be killed by, but Raggo was not a lesser fighter and as spear nears his chest he hits the shaft with broad side of his arakh backed up by his immense strength my spear goes of target and he brings his arakh down on me aiming for my head only to glance of my shield.
I quickly dive into a roll to try and get behind him and as I landed my roll into a crouch I swung my spear at the back of his thighs but he was already turning so I only caught his left thigh making him grunt in pain following the attack.
After Raggo finished turning he swung his arakh at my head with a speed I didn't know he possessed and as I leaned back to avoid the blow to the head I swung my spear in a wide ark again aiming for his chest this time and again I hit my mark and an arm of blood followed my spear as I brought it up again ready to thrust while walking backwards trying to stay out of Raggo's range which is made easier by the limp he has.
As I thrust my spear aiming for Raggo's head this time Raggo leans to the right and catches the shaft is my spear and using his incredible strength he pulled the spear hard towards himself I let go of the spear knowing if I tried to hold on Raggo might pull my arm out of its socket before I could get out of the range of the spear Raggo stabbed it through my right thigh.
I pulled the spear out and unsheathed my scimitar from my back with my small shield still strapped to my arm I held my scimitar in two hands and waited for Raggo to get closer and when Raggo would swing his arakh I would deflect the blow with my scimitar or my shield and then follow it up with a quick strike from my scimitar this left us both exhausted after twenty Minutes since the beginning of the match my shield arm was numb, Raggo was covered in cuts and was bleeding everywhere and we both had limps.
And then finally I found the opportunity I was waiting for Raggo had over reached in his swing and with a burst of speed I didn't know I had I swung my scimitar at his exposed mid section and in the following spray of blood I cut of his sword arm in a single swing resulting in more blood gushing every where.
I dropped my scimitar on the ground and grabbed my talon in one hand and Raggo's braid in my other after cutting his braid I put away my talon, picked up my scimitar walked around to look Raggo in the eye then swung my scimitar in a wide ark and cut off his head in a single swing and as his body fell to the ground in a pool of his own blood I limped away
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