The crowd roared as the combatants fought, shield clashed against spear, spear against sword. The crowd loved every bit of it. The nagai now jumped over the younger man. It seemed it was the end for the young man, when suddenly the shield burst with energy, and the Nagai flew backwards, crushing the elf's head. The crowd was silent, mad at the death of their favorite.
Just as slave pits worked, the boy would be killed only because of what seemed to be a lucky kill, but also a supernatural fonomina. A guard of some sort for the pit came out ready to kill the man for his victory. The crowd still silent, Romeo stood quickly out of deeply ingrained response. "STOP, HE IS MINE!" He ran down from the seats, and jumped into the pit arena itself.
Landing a few meters from the guard, and the down Twi'lek. "I demand ownership of this man!" Of course he wouldn't keep him as a slave, he would release him, and allow him to choose his fate. "Touch him, and I will kill you guard. Go get your master guard, let him know of my demand." He would wait for the boss, leader, master whatever to come show face.