“We need to stop losing boys, our reputation is falling with every loss!”
Talvan, the highest ranked, being the tenth rank known as a gladiator, spoke out to the other members in the team’s large personal quarters. Little to none of the other Strikeath members paid him any heed, few scowled while rolling their eyes.
“Oh shut up Talv, it’s not like we don’t suck as it is with our rep rotted in the dirt with the blood of our fallen!”
One of the fighters spat with annoyance in response to Talvan’s words. A frown grew deep on Talvan’s expression, retorting to the fighter,
“Watch your tongue, remember the codes? Respect those of a higher rank than yourself.”
Before any more words could be exchanged between the two, footsteps were heard approaching. Seconds later, the double wooden doors swung open, all the fighters watched to see Maruk, along with you, a dragon, enter the chambers.
“Hello lads, I’d like to introduce yer newest team member; Shaol.”
Maruk spoke as he walked up to Talvan, You following close behind, ignoring the looks from the others.
“Also, I heard some of that big talk lad. Rightly so I suppose, I mean, ye are the highest rank in the Strikeath, so you are the one who is going to help our Trainee here!”
The way Maruk spoke that last sentence sent chills down Talvan’s spine, a look of unease crossing his expression.
“H…how so..?”
Talvan muttered while trying to seem calm. You snickered as you watched, finding it quite amusing while glancing between all the other members of the team, slight fear in all their eyes.
You grinned wide, their fear was to your amusement!
“Come, come! Don’t be shy, you’ll see!”
Maruk states while patting Talvan’s back rather strongly, encouraging him to follow along. Talvan groaned quietly, knowing better then to testify against Maruk, muttering under his breath silently,
“I hope I’m not going to regret boasting…”