Thrill

"What's going on, why is everyone rushing to the arena, dont tell me-"

"Yeah, a new group showed up, poor fools, they are going to die." 

"Sucks to be them. Anyways, I am going to get something to drink, want to join? My treat." 

"Sure, I got nothing to do anyways." 

In the arena, Luna looked at her opponent with calm eyes. The warrior was big, with muscles that showed years of training. 

"Begin!" Elara called.

The warrior charged at her, his sword raised high. The crowd leaned forward, expecting a quick end to the fight.

But Luna didn't move. She stood still, watching him come closer. When he was just a step away, she finally moved.

It happened so fast that many missed it. She stepped to the side, grabbed his arm, and used his own weight against him. The warrior stumbled forward, surprised by her move.

Before he could recover, she swept her leg under his feet. He fell hard on the ground, his sword clattering away.