Turnabout

She was being underestimated. Not just as a woman, but as a thief as well.

Her eyes locked on Jean the Robber, and taking close to the ground Nami charged forward.

Every surrounding gladiator froze in place, completely caught off guard. Jean especially at the site of the female pirate running straight at him. By the time he remembered to reach for his stash of weapons, they were already gone... along with his hat.

"Too bad," Nami smirked outside the circle of men. She dropped her horde of stolen weapons onto the ground in a pile, not just from the bounty hunter but from a number of other warriors as well. Wearing jean's hat as a trophy, she slipped on a poncho she had grabbed as well. Then from her loot she selected a wooden staff that looked like it would serve her best. "Now then, shall we try this again?"

At the tip of her new hat, the men of the Colosseum roared in unison like a mass of frenzied bulls. There was no order or coordination to their attack, and before they even realized it their prey had already slipped behind them. The front liners stumbled in their steps, barely stopping themselves as their feet grazed the edge of the ring.

"If you're not careful, you'll fall!" Nami pivoted around, and with a swing of her weapon knocked several already off-balanced men off their feet. Like a line of dominoes they tumbled into the confused crowd, and one by one each of them fell into the other until the end of the line toppled off the edge and into the waters below.

Still blinded by the chaos, the remaining contenders lost focus of the girl. And before long, their attention resumed on one another in the regular processions of a battle royale.

Nami was careful not to be singled out again, keeping in the shadows of the fight of others, all the while knocking out those careless enough for her to take without notice. This however became more difficult as fighters continued to drop out one after the other. Soon enough only six remained.

Nami tiredly leaned on her staff for support. In front of her was Spartan, surrounded by four others she couldn't name.

"You've done well to last this long," the giant commended, cracking his knuckles. "But this is as far as you go."

With the men slowly boxing her in, her next move would decide it all...