{Conmotion noises, mostly men chanting "Fight! Fight! Fight!"}

Klevan and Jake were about to solve their differences in a strength struggle that would take place at the arm wrestling table nearby. All the soldiers were chanting "Fight, fight" repeatedly, so I eventually joined them, and surprisingly enough, it felt great to be part of a mindless, violent crowd.

"Kick his ass, Jake! You got it!" I screamed at the rookie who had been with me the entire trip here. I had high hopes for him, but his odds weren't the best. His opponent was massive.

"In one corner of the match! We got Jake! A rookie that's about five feet eleven inches! Weighing in at 210 pounds! On the other corner! Measuring in at a massive six feet five inches and weighing in at 250 pounds! The beast! KLEEEEVAAAN!" An announcer screamed. When did he even get a microphone?! And why weren't the leaders stopping this?! Whatever, it's fun!

Both men were massive when it came to their frames. Jake was slightly smaller, but his arm muscles were nothing to scuff at. I wished I had good-toned arms like his; mine look like spaghetti. Klevan was not far behind either; he was even bigger but more around his core than in his arms, so the struggle was bound to be interesting!

The crowd eventually pushed me toward the wrestling table, where Jake and Klevan were warming up for their match. Since I was way smaller than everybody else, I was eventually successful in pushing my way to the front to get a better look at the game!

Jake soon put some white powder on his hands, followed by Klevan, who did the same. The picked referee soon got both to get in a place where he tied something that looked like a rope around their hands so they wouldn't slip or something. Jake barked at Klevan like a dog, and Klevan responded by doing the same.

"You ready, little guy?" Klevan asked Jake while he held a massive grin on his face, clearly confident that he would win.

"Whenever you're ready! I'm gonna enjoy this!" Jake spouted as he tensed his arm, causing Klevan to do the same as the referee was screaming the rules, but they hardly paid him any attention until he began the countdown.

"Three! TWO! ONE! GO!"

Both men immediately began their match as the crowd grew wild. Some chanted "Rookie! Rookie!" while others chanted "Beast! Beast!" Yet neither moved the other as they began to sweat profusely, their veins popping out of their arms. Soon, the match turned into a grunt fest, with both pushing their hardest.

The intensity of their dispute was so strong the damn table began to violently shake as Klevan slowly pushed Jake against it, yet he was quickly growing tired. Jake pushed back to the middle in a bit of hope until Klevan let out one last war cry to finish him. Klevan won by pushing his arm to its limits, as well as Jake, who lost.

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To be honest, they looked terrible, so to me, they both lost. Even after winning, Klevan could hardly celebrate as he instead went to get some water after sweating so much against the "rookie." I suppose one doesn't expect the new guy to be so strong. Not bad, Jakey. You simply choose an impossible target.

{Heavy panting} "You did well, Jake. Have you been training in secret? You gave me a run for my money this time, sheesh. Well done." Klevan said as he extended his hand to a defeated Jake, who shook it without regret. And here I thought they would be eternal enemies after that. Weird.

Is it just me, or did I expect some other outcome? Am I a war-mongering person or what? I expected them to knock each other out once they finished, not shake their hands and hug, the heck? I guess their discipline helps, but at the same time, come on, I wanted to see some teeth punched out of somebody!

Luckily, the crowd apparently held even more friendly matches to kill time. Is the army really that inactive? That the only fun these guys have is this? I wonder what it is like to be in a match. I didn't have to wonder any longer as fate had it.

I watched the matches until I suddenly got pushed toward the table when the announcer asked for a challenger. WAH!? The guy they pushed me against was a beast of a man! How the hell!? He was so tall I thought I would break my neck as I looked for his head! My legs began to shake as everyone booed me.

"Get the child out of there!" "The hell is a kid doing here?" Hold on! Let them cook!"

The man before me tried to dismiss me until I gathered myself to fight my fear and the shame of being watched. It felt weird! OKAY?! The sensation of being watched by hundreds of people was strange, yet I did not back down as I put my hand on the table, making everyone react differently. Most simply cheered as the guy returned to face me.

"Alright, kid. I won't stop you if you have the guts to go against me." The man put his hand on his side of the table as the referee struggled to judge my attributes.

"Alright! Next up, measuring in at seven feet tall and weighing two hundred and seventy pounds! The champion! ANDREW!" The crowd went wild as the guy was announced. Next, it was my turn after they judged my stats based on my appearance.

"And his challenger! Measuring in at four feet ten inches, weighing around one hundred pounds of cuteness! Uhm! THE CHALLENGER!" Of course, he didn't know my name; nobody really did. The crowd was way less excited when they announced me, as everyone looked really concerned that my hand was tied to the massive man's.

"THREE! TWO! ONE! GO!" The champion soon pushed my hand down with all his might, but my hand barely moved. The guy opened his eyes, confused as he pushed harder but barely moved my arm.

"PUUUGHH! UUUGHGHH!! DAAAMN!" The crowd went silent as they watched him struggle against me until I ended the man's misery with a devastating win. The crowd went wild as some angrily threw their hats against the ground as they paid money to the ones cheering for me.

I was displeased to see that only a tiny handful believed in me. Most bet against ME! What is wrong with you! At least you could've held some hope for me! Andrew soon extended his hand to me, and I shook as he pulled me to carry me over his shoulder. WOAH! THIS POV IS AMAZING!