His name is Nir, and he leans against the wall, patiently waiting for the first match to begin. Only sixty warriors in all of Paleides had the courage to enter. Either that, or these sixty just had the ambition. Even if that was the case, it didn't mean they were good guys. Honorable warriors, like Nir. See, some of them knew who he was. And instead of preparing mentally, some of them crowded around the young man sending taunts and harsh comments his way. They intended to break the man's courage. To make him enter the first match with a clouded head. To make him regret his decision of even coming here. But that wasn't the case. Deep inside they knew their taunts and curses wouldn't affect Nir.
The young man was known as, The Sword of Galatia. One of the most gifted soldiers who enlisted in the Galatian army, despite his age. They knew that a soldier of his caliber wasn't going to just cower before them! Nir simply looked at the crowd and smiled. It was what he knew best. They couldn't do much after that. That was their first defeat. The second would come in the arena. Each one walked away, leaving Nir alone. Giving him a moment of peace before the matches would begin.