Roll right!

You roll right, figuring its a 50-50 shot. You are pleased as you roll away to see the hammer drive into the sand, taking the opportunity to drive your sword deep into the Orc's side.... but his powerful muscles make the blow difficult and he quickly drops his hammer and grasps your sword by the blade.

Looking down at you, he sneers as he pulls the blade out of his side, bringing his fist down towards your helmet, denting the side and leaving you dizzy as he rips the sword from your hand, tossing it aside.

The orc towers over you, standing at least 8 feet tall... the crowd roaring, "Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!" As he smiles again, savoring the thought of killing you. Grasping your own sword he aims it at one of the eye holes in your helmet.... but just before he strikes you hear a loud yell from behind him. He turns to see the Northern woman driving a spear into his back.

"AARRRRUUUGGGHHHH!!!!" He cries out angrily in pain, backhanding her with his giant hand... knocking her to the ground.

You quickly seize this opportunity, rolling away from him, you grasp the top half of the dark skinned champion's spear and cut behind his knees, bringing him down to the ground as he shouts in pain. Afraid to pause, you quickly drive it into the side of his chest.

"What an incredible twist of fate! A Man's will triumphing over the strength of the beast!" The announcer shouts as the crowd chants "Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Picking up your sword, you stand behind him and press the tip onto the top of his shoulder, finishing him with a single downward thrust, kicking him to the ground.

The crowd cheers at his ****, going wild in affection for their new champion. But looking over, you see the Northern woman laying on the ground, coughing as she lays defeated.

"But one more champion remains... how will our new champion deal with such a rival...?" The announcer shouts, the crowd silent as they see you pull the sword out from the Orc.

Walking over to her you see her eyes on yours, her lip split and her eye swollen from the Orc's blow. The bleeding slowed from her bandaged thigh and her hand shaking as she reaches for her dagger beside her.

You kick the dagger aside and raise her up to her feet beside you, grabbing her wrist you hold her hand in the air with yours in victory. The crowd is silent before someone cries out, "They both killed the Orc! Nobody's killed the Orc!"

"A magnificent display of teamwork as man triumphs over beast!" The announcer clarifies before adding, "Should we let the two live to accomplish more deeds in the arena... or shall only one be allowed to leave alive....?"

The crowd shouts a mixture of "Kills!" and "Live!" at first but suddenly you hear the majority shouting "Live!" the idea of the two of you killing more in the arena more appealing than what would now be a simple execution.

Silva stands, the crowd going silent as his hand raises... the moment tense as the crowd awaits in anticipation.

Suddenly you hear a loud cheer as he raises his thumb to let you both live, the crowd cheering and your mother smiling at you as she claps proudly.

You hear the roar of the crowd as you quickly help the Orcish gladiator back down into the arena... hearing her say softly, "I owe you my life stranger... I am in your debt..."

You say nothing as several attendants take her away to be looked at and you are met by a crowd of cheering guards and gladiators, your sponsor running up to you excitedly, "You made me quite a fortune my champion! And you must be so excited to finally meet our Lord Silva!"

You grin as you think to yourself, "You have no idea..."