"What're ye doing? Gawking at yer self? I thought ye were lookin' to join the Colosseum."
That was the quartermaster of the Colosseum. His name is Gerald Thornmark, an out of shape leopard anthro. He was in charge of arranging fights, recruiting fighters, and keeping the establishment together. You were waiting for him to call you over, and now he has.
"I, I am, Gerald Thornmark."
"Then quit yer bumblin' and get over here. And don't call me Gerald. I'm quartermaster to ye."
"Yes, quartermaster."
You walk away from the mirror and sit down on the chair in front of Gerald. Even sitting down, you have to look down to make eye contact with the quartermaster who's standing up. He eyes you over from top to bottom before asking you some questions.
"What's yer name?"
"Felix Highborn."
"What do they call ye?"
"... Felix Highborn?"
"No, no, no. In fights, what do yer adversaries call ye? What is yer title in combat?"
"I don't have one."
"Every fighter in the Colosseum needs one. Something that makes ye easy to spot."
He looks you over once more before continuing.
"Bigfoot! It's the most noticable feature about ye!"
"No, no that's, no. Not that."
"Why? Are ye embarrassed? Or do ye have a better idea?"
"Better idea. The Axecutioner."
"Felix the Axecutioner. With that weapon on yer back, yeah, that'll do. Felix the Axecutioner it is. Now then, why're ye here? What is yer purpose?"
"To prove to my family that I am a warrior, a fighter, not some weak prince that can be forced into doing what others want."
"Good to hear lad. Ye don't know how good it is to hear ye say that. Too many come just for the fame or fortune. I'll make sure the other fighters know yer fightin' for something more."
Gerald once again stops to look you over. After a minute of awkward silence, he breaks it.
"I've decided. Felix, ye are now a proper fighter of the Colosseum! Only a rank five fighter, but a fighter all the same. Congratulations, I hope ye fight well."
All new fighters are rank five at the start. Only through many victories does someone increase in rank, leading all the way to rank one, where only the truest of champions fight.
"Now then, are ye ready to fight?"
"Yeah, of course."
"Then I have three fighters itching to take ye on. I'll let ye pick since it's yer first go."
"Can you tell me anything about them?"
"Only their titles in combat. Ye will have to wait and see for yerself."
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