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that.
    But as long as he kept winning, it was something he did not have to worry about. He’d have to lose a lot more battles than he had so far to drop down low enough that it would be a problem.
    “Fight today?” Viv asked through a mouthful of what looked like wheat loaf.
    “Yep,” Khaos replied. “Two, actually. One in about an hour and another this afternoon.”
    “Have you seen the competition yet?”
    He shook his head. One of the things about winning so much was that people knew who he was. They didn’t have to seek him out and size him up because they already knew what to expect with him.
    Khaos didn’t like to know who he was fighting beforehand, though. He liked to get there and be surprised. For whatever reason, having to make up a strategy on the fly was his style, and it usually worked out well for him and provided a good show for the audience. Things that were planned out too well in advance ran the risk of seeming scripted, which wasn’t a good thing.
    He chatted with Vivala a bit more while he had a light breakfast and then headed out. Usually he didn’t eat before bouts, but fighting on a completely empty stomach was just as bad as fighting on a full one.
     
    His first match of the day was almost ridiculously easy. The man he had to fight was several inches shorter than he was, and he was wielding a staff that was clearly too much for him. How in the world he’d gotten this far was beyond Khaos, but he drew the fight out a bit, letting the audience revel in it, before he chopped the staff in half and had the man on his knees.
    The crowd roared its approval of him when the announcer gave glory to him, and he waved and smiled for a bit before ducking into one of the boxes for a breath of non dusty air and a drink of water.
    He’d glimpsed Briselle at the podium, watching him, and he hoped that she’d be amenable to a repeat performance after his second bout.
    It was not wise to get over confident before the match had even started, but the idea of her giving him a victory rub down was kind of too good to pass up.
    The thought of it got him through the rest of the morning where he divided his time between watching the other matches and polishing his axe. A lot of fighters liked to switch weapons every now and then to keep their opponents on their toes, but not Khaos. His axe was as good as his family now, and he used it in every bout.
    The second match was harder to win.
    When he stepped out onto the field, he recognized his opponent. He was a crowd favorite, and the matchup between the two of them was bound to be entertaining.
    Khaos was kept on his toes for the whole match, his opponent swinging a massive sword with ease and style, playing it up for the show of it, while keeping Khaos from closing in. In the end, it came down to Khaos out muscling him.
    They were locked together, weapons clashing again and again as they looked for openings. Khaos was in his lighter, leather armor, and the added mobility helped him to use his strength to his advantage, though by the time he’d knocked the sword away, he was sweating and panting hard.
    It was easily one of the hardest matches he’d ever fought, and his muscles burned in that good way that meant they’d been used a lot.
    When Briselle gave him glory, he raised his arms up, feeling triumphant.
    Usually that was the end of it, but a horn blew from behind him, and he turned around, surprised to see the Kaspersi leader heading towards him.
    Calin usually stayed in the capital, conducting his affairs from there, unless a person in a position of power died from the sickness. But now the leader was heading towards him, bearing a garland and fire flowers and grinning.
    He accepted an amplifier from Briselle and inclined his head to Khaos, hand sweeping a circle over his chest in the traditional greeting.
    “Congratulations, Khaos,” Calin said. “With your victories today, you take your place as a legend of the arena. One hundred consecutive