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Garon Sedonius (32mm, 75mm, 100mm) pre-supportedThe roar of the arena was a single, living beast, and its heart was Garon Sedonius. He stood in the scorching sand, a monument of bare flesh and scarred muscle, seemingly immune to the searing sun. His body was a testament to a thousand victories, protected only by a single pauldron on his right shoulder, worn bracers, and a thick leather belt. His head was shaved clean, his feet bare, his only garment simple cloth trousers torn at the knees. But every eye was drawn to the furious, cross-shaped scar that dominated the left side of his chest—a mark that spoke not of a defeat, but of a death he had refused. He held his gladius not with ceremony, but with the casual familiarity of a man holding his own hand. When he moved, it was with the explosive grace of a predator. There were no flourishes, no wasted energy. The gladius became an extension of his will, a flicker of silver that found gaps, severed tendons, and ended lives with terrifying efficiency. He fought not for the crowd's adulation, but as if each opponent was the one who had given him that scar, and each bout was a personal reckoning. When the final foe fell, Garon would turn his scarred chest to the roaring masses, a silent, brutal question in his eyes, asking who was next to try and finish what that scar had started.