by Kale on November 24th, 2011, 2:35 am
Fall 45, 511 A.V.
Kale winced as the toes of the boot found his fibs again. Nothing was broken yet but that did not mean it did not hurt. He closed his eyes in an attempt to make the pain go away. No matter tightly shut he pressed his eyes the throbbing in his ribs refused to go away. Just as he was beginning to think he had succeeded in driving the pain away he felt agony bloom in his side yet again. Kale balled up into a fetal position in an attempt to protect him from more harm. He heard laughter around him just before more pain shot through him from various points throughout his body.
Questions began to run through his mind. What was going on? Why were they hurting him? Then he began to return to his senses. His name was Kale. He was a gladiator. He had been scheduled to fight today. The match had been changed at the last minute to a handicapped fight. When he had entered the arena he had been glad that neither one of his opponents were much larger then he was. Upon entering the coliseum the guard’s at the gate took his short sword from him. This match was to be a bare hands fight only. He was glad that it would only be his fists and not some weapon that he had not had formal training with.
He had gone down quickly as he closed in on them. One of them had a sloppy guard and he had pressed the attack. A few of his blows had connected but he could not get out of the way of the second opponent’s fist as it sailed in and impacted the side of his face. The blow had dazed him long enough for his two assailants to move in and begin delivering more. He managed to blow a few but one had gotten lucky and struck him on the tip of the chin. His vision had swam for a few moments before the second blow had come in and everything in the world faded. The next thing he knew he was being kicked about in the ribs.
The two men did not seem to be in a hurry to kill him. That was a mistake. If he were in their shoes he would have never woken back up. If for some odd reason he had allowed someone to wake back up he would have ended them right then. Every moment he kept breathing was another moment their lives were in jeopardy. Kale adjusted his body slightly to guard hit vitals better as the two men continued to kick him. They did not seem to notice that they were no longer doing much damage with their strikes. They had taken his movement as another feeble attempt at trying to get away from them. one of them said something to the other that elected a harsh laugh from the other.
The gladiator did his best to lay still as they continued to strike at him. Under the cover of his arms Kale clenched his teeth. It did not matter if he was protecting his vitals. After this he would be bruised for days. That of course was if he survived. Soon enough his chance to get out the dire situation he was in presented itself. One of the men stopped kicking him. "Is he dead?" he heard one of the men ask the other. The other man stopped his kicking. That was the best moment he could have hoped for. With the speed of a serpent he uncoiled his body. His arms shot out in both directions. Each of his hands found its fingers wrapped around one of the men's ankles. Kale yanked on both of the ankles causing the two men to fall on top of him in a jumble of flailing limbs.
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Kale on November 25th, 2011, 12:40 am, edited 1 time in total.
Be realistic when playing with Kale. Chained Ones are rare. He has no undead traits that someone can tell. There for you do not know he is undead. Until he exhibits extreme qualities outside of what a human would you can not even tell he is not human. Once he does you will NOT know what he is, only then he is not human. There for you DO NOT suddenly know how to kill him.If you some how know that he is an undead creature without a plausible reason then I will seek moderator intervention on the matter.