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Post by enchilada on Feb 8, 2019 21:46:01 GMT
She was fretting, and busy. Her line of work landed itself to constantly be using the brain, and the hands. Eventually, the elf straightened her back, and turned to Arioch. She almost dropped her bandages. “You- come- sit-!” She blurted out, then started fussing over the bleeding body, making sure no further injury would come from this fighter generally moving. It took her a good while, a lot of bandages and a lot of warm water to clean up and find the source. Some were untreated superficial cuts that simply bled a lot, others were great big whacks where there’d be a dent forever.
She wiped her forehead, straightened up again and sighed quietly. “That’s you done for today, love.” The elf placed a gentle hand on Arioch’s back. “See you soon, but you need to rest.” She smiled as sweetly as she could. Frankly, she was just too exhausted.
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Post by Arioch on Feb 9, 2019 6:46:55 GMT
"What?" He protested "No I can still fight!" He said though he could barely remain properly sitting. He groaned at the rebuttal and finally laid down his back against the wall, and his with his head touching the surface he sighed heavily. He was satisfied with how things had gone down but was disappointed with himself he was doing good, he had won the first two rounds and had heard the crowd cheering for him. Maybe, just maybe he could have won the day and earn the price... Instead he was getting out, disqualified and with only the wage of a simple participant.
The battle had given him the lustful taste of glory for the very first time. His body was burning with something that was not quite fever, and he felt alive. He felt really alive. He remembered what it had been to be scared of his opponents, first the enormous man with his axe and then the bugbear with his morningstar. And the rush of pushing through that fear, of standing strong and meeting them head on with steel in hand. It had been... glorious. Not at all like his last experience in the north. It had been beautiful. It was brutal. It mattered not how they had come to be there. It mattered not what they thought of things. All that mattered was their strenght and skill, and how they came to wield it. The strong came out on top.
He took a moment to collect his thoughts and recover some energy. He wasn't just going to get up and leave; he'd go out into a place where he could watch the rest of the fights proper. He wanted to get a taste of what happened ahead, of what kind of competition could he look forward to.
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Post by enchilada on Feb 9, 2019 21:42:20 GMT
Without much thought, a more plainclothesed half-orc crouched besides Arioch. “Hell of a fight you put up there, son.” He gave the boy a friendly smile, and offered a hand to shake in greetings. “Although, most fighters have some kinda sponsor.” There was a fully-fledged gladiator within this barbarian, if he had the right coaching and help. He realised that not everyone who entered the arena would continue. He hoped that this one would be different, go the whole nine yards. It would hardly be a problem to coach him up. He had a knack for fighting already, but he could probably learn how to dodge better. From what he saw, most swings caused some pretty serious damage, but how much more serious could they be if he’d hit a neck, or something similarly desperately squishy. “Thoughts?” He hadn’t made an offer, exactly, but he hoped it was implied.
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Post by Arioch on Feb 9, 2019 22:06:12 GMT
He was too tired to deign an instinctual reaction to the half-orc, but this was just about the first interaction he had with one of those beasts. His body tensed up a bit and his eyes focused on the man, he highly doubted he would try anything with so many witnesses nearby but orcs were beasts so one could never be too sure. His words however caught his attention, and had him wondering about their meaning.
"Sponsor how?"
He asked. He still was fairly new to the arena, the thought that it was also a business and not just some place were warriors could go to test their mettle was a bit foreign. Perhaps to someone growing up in a city and more accustomed to it's ways it would make more sense, the fact that there would exists sponsors and/or coaches willing to pitch fighters and hype the crowd up, set up fights, try and manage bets to make the most money and get his fighter the most fame... Or even convincing those who were meaning to leave, to stay instead.
"What do you mean?"
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Post by enchilada on Feb 10, 2019 17:54:06 GMT
“How about this? I’ll give you money for kit, I’ll even coach you on what I know, and past that we can look at even better trainers.” He kept the hand extended. The man wasn’t a stranger to these kinds of deals, but he hadn’t picked one up for a while. Arioch had inspired him to collect another contract, and hopefully he’d take the offer. There were no real downsides, it was just a plain and simple business deal. He had no intent to cheat this fighter. Who knows, maybe if he did, he’d end up like the bugbear? Ah, but it wouldn’t happen, of course, but the possibilities in life were endless. There was usually one more certain than the others, of course.
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Post by Arioch on Feb 22, 2019 22:47:56 GMT
Arioch had a moment to himself, inhaled slowly and exhaled. His first instinct was to tell the man to get away from him and find someone else to bother but he also knew he was both new to the city and new to it's ways and that included the arena. His natural prejudices against other races was coming into play now as he suspected the half-orc of foul play from the moment he first spoke up, but perhaps it would be folly to reject the first such offer he got. He resolved that he would get more experience about how did the arena work and about that "coaching" he was offering. He didn't feel like he needed any coaching except maybe from a great warrior and if the half-orc was such a great warrior what was he doing there instead of in the arena in the first place?
He finally reached out with his hands and stretched the orc's.
"Tell me where I can find you, and I'll think it over, alright?"
He tried not to sound as dismissive as his thoughts had been, because he certainly was interested in knowing more, but that was a no from him right then. With that said he would wait until the fights were done, he wanted to watch them all and learn as much as possible from the other gladiators. He wanted to know who was who, what weapons they used, their names, the way the crowd cheered... And after that, he had to think what he was going to do with the small ammount of money he managed to gather from his two fights. He desperately wanted another go but his wounds wouldn't let him. But maybe, just maybe if he managed to get good enough... He could get one of those amazing swords he had seen in the marketplace once.
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Post by enchilada on Feb 23, 2019 0:08:43 GMT
“I’ll be down here once a week, I’ll try to keep it the same day, same time. I’ll be here.” The man shook his hand, a rough, knowing smile dancing on his lips, mostly impacting his eyes. He’d been around - the kid would be back soon enough. “You take your time, alright? And rest up well.”
The crowd surged in a cacophony of roars, cheers, shouts and screams. The gates rattled open and another warrior hobbled her battered, bloodied way to the medic on hand, who began fussing, mothlike, around the fighter, mumbling in a shrill voice comments such as ‘not again!’. All she was grateful for was that this woman didn’t return on a stretcher. She could bear any other gladiator, but not this one. It was hard to tell anything about her under all the blood caked on, her misshapen, heaving form gasping for air, but her eyes sparkled with determination. She noted the fighter talking to the orc man, giving him a quick nod before teasing the doctor. She was so...easy to upset sometimes. It made her giggle, then wince.
“Let me know if I can help you in any way.” The half orc released the hand, then strode off. Everything was quiet for just a second, in the dull rumble of chatter between fights from the crowd, but then the roars perked up again. A normal day.
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