Argus steped into the arena, his bull themed Leo ready to go. He had Given red eyes to his unit, and had routed exhaust vents trough the nose of the bull head for effect, making the bull look very nasty.
He positioned himself at the edge of the arena, stock still, waiting for his oponent to arive so he could skewer him on the horns of his mobile suit.
Of every one-hundred men, Ten shouldn't even be there. Eighty are nothing but targets. Nine are real fighters.... We are lucky to have them, They make the battle. Ah, but one, One of them is a Warrior.... He will bring the others home. Hericletus 500BC