The Gladiator

"Good people." you begin awkwardly. "The battle between my brother and I will begin in a few minutes."
The crowd cheers wildly. You swallow.
"However, I feel that I must tell you that this will be my last fight as a Gladiator."
The crowd goes silent, and you hear Velkadin jump in surprise.
"I seek a better life." you say. "I'm leaving Akenvie after this fight. Thank you." Slowly, you step down off the podium. The crowd is silent from shock. Velkadin merely stares at you blankly.
"What are you thinking?" he snaps.
"The life of causing others pain is not for me." you say. Velkadin rolls his eyes. "You'll feel better after the fight." he says, with a hint of irony. "Go get ready."
Reluctantly, you pull on your armor. When you arrive at the weapons rack, you stop. You have sucessfully mastered three different weapons, and you wonder which one will be the most effective in defeating your brother and his broadsword.