She dropped her spear, even though her instincts screamed for her to latch on to her weapon. A weapon that had come to know her better than she knew herself. She forced her gaze away from her spear and walked over the body of her opponent, Ogun. He had been quite arrogant and condescending before and during the wrestling match. Now, he laid unconscious on the caked mud ground.

Oba stood face to f...