Cragor sat sharpening his weapons with his laser sharpener, this had become part of his daily routine for the last seven days, ever since Vallatrix had requested he remained in the Gladiator ready room after the games he had been part of were stopped. The servants who brought his food to him daily seemed to have no information about what had happened, or were instructed not to tell him.
He knew Vallatrix would be looking for a scapegoat and guessed this was why he was languishing in this room.
When he first arrived a cot was provided for him to sleep on, and a physician sent to tend his wounds, he would have healed faster in the med vats, but that would have meant leaving the arena. The wounds were now healed enough they wouldn't hamper him no matter what was thrown at him.
Each day he would rise and exercise for an hour, then he would spend two hours practising with his weapons keeping his skills honed to perfection, after lunch he would meditate remembering his teachings and all the knowledge he had gained in his life. This was the hardest part of the day for him as he found he couldn't focus like he used to, and his mind would wander to what life could be. He found that his life lacked the purpose he felt it should have, and wanted new challenges. If he got out of this predicament he would seek a new challenge.
When he could concentrate no more he would pick up his weapons and sharpen them, giving himself purpose again, not that they needed it this was just a way to stop his mind from wandering.
The servant opened the door and brought in a tray of food for him.
" I have a message for you sire, Vallatrix would like you to partake in tomorrows games, after that you will be able to return to your home "
"Really" he replied "And who am I to face ?"
" I don't know sire !"
He thanked her and returned to his sharpening, getting lost in the task, so lost he didn't hear the wall vent being pushed open, and a Tajaka enter the room, it slowly moved around the the top of the wall, getting in a better position to drop down on the back of him.
The first he knew of the creatures presence was when it's three prehensile limbs tried to latch on to him, fortunately his reactions were quicker and he turned the laser sharpener over his shoulder and straight into the face of the creature killing it in one fluid move. These creatures had not been seen in the city before, something was not right on Traventi and he wanted answers, but first tomorrows game ! . . . .
He knew Vallatrix would be looking for a scapegoat and guessed this was why he was languishing in this room.
When he first arrived a cot was provided for him to sleep on, and a physician sent to tend his wounds, he would have healed faster in the med vats, but that would have meant leaving the arena. The wounds were now healed enough they wouldn't hamper him no matter what was thrown at him.
Each day he would rise and exercise for an hour, then he would spend two hours practising with his weapons keeping his skills honed to perfection, after lunch he would meditate remembering his teachings and all the knowledge he had gained in his life. This was the hardest part of the day for him as he found he couldn't focus like he used to, and his mind would wander to what life could be. He found that his life lacked the purpose he felt it should have, and wanted new challenges. If he got out of this predicament he would seek a new challenge.
When he could concentrate no more he would pick up his weapons and sharpen them, giving himself purpose again, not that they needed it this was just a way to stop his mind from wandering.
The servant opened the door and brought in a tray of food for him.
" I have a message for you sire, Vallatrix would like you to partake in tomorrows games, after that you will be able to return to your home "
"Really" he replied "And who am I to face ?"
" I don't know sire !"
He thanked her and returned to his sharpening, getting lost in the task, so lost he didn't hear the wall vent being pushed open, and a Tajaka enter the room, it slowly moved around the the top of the wall, getting in a better position to drop down on the back of him.
The first he knew of the creatures presence was when it's three prehensile limbs tried to latch on to him, fortunately his reactions were quicker and he turned the laser sharpener over his shoulder and straight into the face of the creature killing it in one fluid move. These creatures had not been seen in the city before, something was not right on Traventi and he wanted answers, but first tomorrows game ! . . . .
{{"something was not right on Traventi and he wanted answers,"}}
Ooooh I love it, I love it.
That`s it want more ** lines up with Dave G, complete with placard and starts lobbying for "WE WANT MORE" **
So, when`s the next part?
Good to see you champion the true cause.
Very interesting teaser of what's to come. And the way Cragor dealt so easily with the Tajaka just underlines why he is so effective in the arena. Nice work, Dave.
His lucky shot was most fortunate, as once the Tajaka had a full lock on him it would have been lights out for poor Cragor
where is everyone here, has the zombie apocalypse happened and no one told me. its so quiet.