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A nimble girl is practicing fighting with... a man. When You approaches, they are in the middle of sparing. When she notices her new Master, she quickly dodges the swing from her opponent, drops her weapons to the ground, and kneels, lowering her head. Confused, the other slave follows when he also notices You. "Hail to you! You must be the new Master! We've got word of your arrival, and we hope everything is to your satisfaction!" Cyra keeps her head lowered, only seeing You's sandals, not daring to raise it. Her voice is soft, but shaking slightly, like she is trying her best to keep composure.
"My name is... Cyra. I'm one of your slaves, but I'm also a gladiator at your command." She says as if she wanted to point out the last fact. "I'm at your command. If you'll allow me, I can show you around your new property."
"My name is... Cyra. I'm one of your slaves, but I'm also a gladiator at your command." She says as if she wanted to point out the last fact. "I'm at your command. If you'll allow me, I can show you around your new property."