Flashback Trial by blood[flashback]

[Gregory]

spring 509 12th Gregory could hear the crowd outside the small covered cage he was sitting in. Wearing only a dirty pair of trousers. Them cheering as two other slaves where beating themselves into the ground just for those vagik's amusements. He felt his stomach turn as a loud cheer roared through the pits. Seemed like they had their winner. A few moments later a man walked into his covered cage. “Get up. It's your turn to fight.” The man threw a battered dagger at his feet. “Try to give the crowd a decent show at least kid.” Gregory spat at the man's feet. Feeling anger bubble up. He wasn't just a bloody kid, he was fourteen for crying out loud. “Petch off bastard.” He scrambled to his feet and grabbed the dagger. “Keep The tough act for the crowd.” He was roughly grabbed by the shoulder and pushed out of the cage. He winced at the bright sunlight and nearly wanted to run away and hide when he heard the roars of the crowd. Saw the blood on the sand in the pit. His tough guy act fell to shards when it filtered in his mind that he was going to fight in front of the crowd. He could even die here now. He gripped the dagger so hard his knuckles went white and looked at his opponent. A young scrawny kid about a head taller then him. Wielding a dagger just like him. The crowd roared for blood, for a fight. Yelling expletives and encouragements to get to it and started. That only made his nerves worse, he felt his stomach turn and he tasted bile in the back of his throat. Still, he knew that if he just continued to stand here he might not survive. His handler said it, try to give the crowd a show. If he didn't. They just might get rid of him. The other kid seemed to get that idea through him as well. He let out a yell and ran towards him. Gregory managed to push away the sharp dagger. But was still knocked to the ground. The older kid on top of him. Pushing the smaller Gregory to the ground. The crowd roared in approval, hungry for blood. Gregory wasn't planning to give his blood freely though. He kept a firm grip on the boy's hand that was holding the dagger. Trying to keep it away from him. The other guy kept his focus on the daggers. Trying to wrench his own out of Gregory’s grip while keeping Gregory's trapped. Gregory didn't waste any time to take advantage of that and headbutted the guy straight in the nose. The guy pulled back. Despite the fact he was in a life or death situation he couldn't help but grin. His opponent was a complete wuss, probably hadn't ever fought before if he kept making mistakes like this. He had this fight in the bag. He managed to get his feet in between him and his opponent and kicked the guy off him. Scrambling back to his feet. They stared at each other for a few moments. With Gregory trying to catch his breath and slowly inching closer as the other guy just kept his guard up and tried to wipe away the blood flowing from his nose. The crowd didn't like that as it kept yelling for blood after a few moments of the insults Gregory caved to the pressure and darted towards the enemy. Slicing at the arm that was holding his dagger. The other guy managed to dodge the sloppy slice, though he still managed to get a light cut in. the enemy yelled a few obscenities in a language he didn't understand before starting to wildly slash at him. The first two he managed to dodge by backing off. But he knew that he couldn't dodge him all, the longer he tried the bigger the chance he actually would get hit as well. He gritted his teeth. Better to just risk it a bit, bank on the other guy's clumsiness with his weapon and hope for the best. He slapped the arm with the dagger out of the way. Earning a long cut across his arm for the effort and smashed the guy in the stomach with his fist. His opponent doubled over in pain. He put everything he could behind the overhead stab at the man's exposed back. Driving it in there. He could feel the dagger scrape over bone and come to a stop in between two ribs. The dagger angled wrongly to fit in between. He let out a groan as he pulled it back out. Ignoring the screaming of his opponent and the exited cheers from the crowd as he went for another go. His opponent staggered away. Making sure Gregory kept his distance with a few threatening gestures with his dagger. Gregory just slowly circled the opponent for a few moments before he closed the distance again, pushed his clumsy defense aside and slammed against his opponent. Letting both of them tumble to the ground. They both grappled with each other. Trying to get the upper hand, but Gregory just had a few light cuts. The opponent had a deep hole in his back that was slowly getting filled with sand. It had to hurt. Gregory eventually got the upper hand and pinned him against the ground. The man's hand with the dagger pinned safely against the ground. He didn't say anything as he drove his dagger into the opponent's throat. The boy gurgled for a few more moments. During which Gregory kept a firm grip on his opponents dagger arm to make sure his opponent didn't take him with him to dira out of spite. When his opponent let out his last breath only then he released him and stood up. He ignored the cheering crowd as he walked back towards the slave pen where one of the owners of the pit. Now that the rush of the fight for his life had drained away he felt drained and the wounds and bruises he had gotten from wrestling and cutting his opponent began to ache. He slumped a bit as he walked back inside the cage, giving his dagger back to[ the guards, and slumped against the wall. He looked up after a while when he heard the cage open up again. A man walked in. Holding a roll of bandages and a water skin. He sat down next to him. “Hold out your arm.” The man asked gently. Now that he was closer Gregory could make out a few more features in the darkness. A greying beard, old wrinkled face and long Grey hair. Gregory scoffed. To which the old man just sighed. “Those cuts could become infected if I don't clean them. Which can end up with you dying of an infection.” Now that got Gregory's attention. He might petching hate this guy on principle. But he didn't want to die. “Yes I'm not lying.” The man said with a nod. “We don't want a slave we paid good miza's for dying this soon.” Gregory couldn't help but laugh at that. It was a cold and merciless laugh. “Really? What about that other guy I offed just a few moments ago then?” “He wasn't a good slave. He didn't put up a good show in this fight. He was boring to watch flail around. His only use would have been to die in an amusing way. Which you provided without fail this time.” The old man said as he grabbed his arm and began cleaning it out with a rag he took with him. “If both fighters are good they get separated before the killing blow lands.” Gregory winced as the man roughly cleaned his wound and bandaged it up. When he was done he stood back up. Handing over the water skin to him. “Drink from that and wait for a moment. They'll come and get you just as soon as this fisght is done. You'll get food back in you cell.” The man explained before he left. "You don't have to tell me what to do you vagik." He grumbled under his breath. His sunberthian stubbornness rearing it's ugly head again as he sipped from the waterskin.

[Nemesis]

Gregory

Knowledge :

Skills

Skill	XP
Observation	+1
Unarmed Combat	+1
Weapon: Dagger	+2

Lores

*A Good Show for the Crowd
*Good Fighters Get to Live

Micellaneous :

Injuries

*Cut to arm (treated) will be healed within ten days

Loot/Expenses

*None

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Notes

*If you'd separated this thread out into more posts I would have been able to offer you more XP gave you what I can, but it's a shame; was a very good post. Lovely way to start your journey on Mizahar, Greg.. with death

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