The arena pit was empty when you both arrived. All the spectators were gone. It was silent as well empty. You looked around, observing the area that not long ago witnessed the deathblow of one supposedly on your team, and now the ring was deathly quiet. The pit itself was made of sand and dirt; the grains felt between your claws were rough as you followed behind Maruk.
“Here we have it, the fightin’ ring itself! It’s much different feel from being in it then watchin’ above eh?”
Maruk chuckled lightly, looking down at you, as you smirked with a thought… The ‘rules’ ran through your mind. Wasn’t one of them about NOT killing EXCEPT in the ‘arena pit’? You DID want to kill Maruk…But no. For the time, you needed him so you could gain in power, and then kill him AND survive, as surly if you struck now… The other fighters would best you down and kill you. No… you will never allow yourself to be like the struck down team member, as you tell yourself that you WILL become more powerful by freely ‘allowing’ your owner to push you around.
“Why don’t ya look around the pit for a little Shaol? I need to go check on the teams…”
You suddenly looked up to Maruk, your attention snapping firmly to him as you noticed Maruk already backing away through the entryway you came in. To your surprise though, Maruk let lose part of a chain along the wall. Seconds later, metal gates slammed down, trapping you inside the arena ring.
“Now don’t worry boy, only shut the gates to…make sure you are still here! I’ll be back my Shaol, I’ll be back…”
Maruk then disappeared from view after speaking, leaving you staring blank at the gate now sealed as you growled low. There wasn’t anything much of interest in the pit as you walked about in the sand, looking around. You were about to deem this wait time for Maruk to return to be a very boring wait, until you noticed a man approaching from the other entrance across the arena pit. A man in full plated armor. You growled low but very deep, as if warning the man to keep his distance. You were not in the best of moods, and this armored man did not halt. Instead he drew what appeared to be a long wooden sword before charging at you with a roaring yell. Your eyes widened, body tensing as you tried to hold your ground, your slitted eyes looked more wild as your heart picked up speed until it thrummed hard inside. This man was attacking you! You felt dumbstruck for the moment, as this time, you were not restricted by chain, nor anyone to intervene you. Too much time wasted by standing still. You yelped loudly as the first blow struck you hard upside the head from the swing, the man now right in front of you. You snarled deeply, the sudden pain jolted you out of the dumbstruck trance, moving around the assailant. A second jolt of pain rushed through your body, being struck on your left side by the man who with ease turned himself to swing. It hurt, getting struck, it sent waves of pain rush through you, though you couldn't just back down! With a deep growl, you lunges at your attacker, in attempt to knock him down, though he was it seemed, well prepared. With one foot back, your attacker took a defensive stance to hold his ground, then with his shield, bashed you hard on the face, dazing you. Unable to help, you fell to the ground, stunned; attempting to pick yourself up to try attacking again though you were unable to, for Talvan showed little mercy, striking all out rapidly at you in a battering onslaught… All you could feel was the stinging, unending pain course through your body…
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Maruk peered through the fight gates before raising them, seeing you laying sprawled out and Talvan sitting, panting heavy as for all he done worn him out.
“Well, it seems ya gave him quite the beating!”
Maruk exclaimed with a whistle as he examined your body. The condition was quite bad; your scarlet red hide was battered and bruised from head to tail.
“I did as you asked Maruk, to beat the livin’ hell out of him. Here you are.”
Despite Your beaten state, you was still conscious, and having just heard those words… you couldn't believe it! Maruk PLANNED THIS! He KNEW and WANTED you to be beaten!? Is this how training is? To be beaten and bruised to learn? The thought only made your hatred grow… one day… they will pay.
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After a short time and with assistance, You were finally returning to your teams living quarters to sleep. You felt such the need to sleep; to recover, almost losing consciousness a few times while walking down the halls. In the main lobby as they were passing through, you noticed a large stone craving that read out the ranks of the arena, from rank fifteen to one. Staring at it tired and weak, you forced a smirk with the thought… that one day; you could become the greatest rank, and avenge yourself for all the losses.
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