Pride

No. He was strong. He was invincible. He was Spartan!

Against the likes of a single woman, he would not lose. From his gut rose a roar that shook the ring. He lunged, and then — he was falling.

The girl had baited him to the edge of the arena, and with his last move she had tripped his thrown weight off balance, sending him straight out of bounds.

Nami sighed in relief as she watched the screaming giant hit the surface of the outside lake. The water grew violent as the waiting fighting fish made sure that he didn't come up once more.

The remaining four men stood frozen in shock. Against impossible odds, their leader had just lost.

"Well?" winked Nami behind tired breaths. "Will you give up for me?"

"D- Don't screw around!" screamed one of the pack.

Like riled bulls they charged, and just like their leader they flew off the edge without realizing what had just happened.

Nami fell to her knees, propping herself upright with the length of her battered staff. After a moment to find her breath, she then raised a fist to the cheering crowd.