Boring.
So damn boring.
If there was anything more boring, it would bore you by now to death. So far, You has listened to Maruk speak and speak, you almost wanted to roar at him to shut up! Willingly you followed as Maruk led the way, showing from different areas for the human gladiators, such as training areas.
“Hey boys look at this, a beast for a gladiator! Maybe now the Strikeath will have higher odds then what they got against us Bloodath ahahaha!”
You looked in the direction of the voice. There were four men in battle armor; all of them were watching you walk alongside Maruk. One of them had a sneered smirk seen clearly past his un-kept grizzled beard. With a low snort, you kept walking close behind Maruk.
“And ‘ere we have alas, the battle ring.”
Crowds were heard shouting and cheering in the spectator sidelines, few bowmen on the small ledge platform above the pit. Two combatants were below, fighting each other vigorously. Maruk and you were above the arena pit where observers entered. You watched the fight intensively, Maruk too watched.
It lasted well until one of the combatant’s sword got knocked out of his hand, flying a distance before lodging into the sand. Before the defenseless man could react, his enemy surged forwards, impaling the disarmed combatant through the chest, before ripping the blade out, spewing his blood as the body collapsed dead. The crowds were roaring in cheer as the victor boasted, raising his sword high for the crowd. You flinched for a moment after witnessing the deathblow. Something inside chilled that if you wanted to survive, you will have to learn to fight; to be trained good and show your enemies no mercy, for it was more than obvious… this was a death match arena.
“Bah, there goes another Strikeath…”
Maruk said as he looked to you.
“But hopefully you being part of the Strikeath team will boast their moral, and by any luck, their reputation. Well, let’s go meet yer arena team now shall we?”
You had to tear his gaze away from the fighting pit, hearing what Maruk spoke. You growled slightly, for how you viewed it, this… The Strikeath team wasn’t the greatest… though a slight, low smirk crossed your muzzle, for even though the team wasn’t so great, well… perhaps you are just going to have to change that eventually.
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