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"Oh, it's glorious, in an atavistic way," the Master mused, taking another sip of wine. "That struggle for life or death. Not that it can be fully appreciated if you've never fought for your own life." He remembered his own traipse through the Death Zone, when it had been a monument of the barbaric past and not a pale shadow of things to come. "Although an arena fight is awfully controlled conditions. Hardly comparable to an actual battle." He twitched inwardly; he hadn't fared so well in the Time War, after all.