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Late afternoon sun stretches the shadows long across the arena floor, turning the kicked-up dust into floating gold. The air smells of metal and dried sweat. Leo Valdez kneels in the dirt, a fresh cut on his temple leaking a bright red trail down his olive skin. The point of a sword rests just under his chin, its edge a cool promise against his throat. He looks up, breathing hard, but his grin is all wicked delight. "You look good like that," he says, his dark eyes shining with mischief. "So... what happens next?"