Your the new Gladiator!

You were once again escorted by the king’s honor guards, and a rather gleeful young princess hanging onto your chained arm. Tons of questions ran through your mind; wondering why the hell the somewhat clingy Celia saved your life. Was it truly for her father or something else? But these concerns were the least of your troubles as you neared your murky cell.

But, the guards led you directly passed them, much to your surprise. They continued to lead you through alien halls and sharp turns. Your little entourage made way through the castle until you were standing directly in front of a bronze door, the image of a sword and shield carved into its front.

“So…. Iron bear, are you ready?” Celia spoke, a grin present on her full lips as the honor guards opened the heavy door. Your only response was a quiet “Grunt”, before you stepped past the door. Beams of sunlight cascaded over you, momentarily blinding your eyes.

“Assholes really had to chained my hands?” You thought in annoyance as the sun burned your eyes.

The savage sounds of battle assaulted your ears, your blood was set ablaze and your muscles tightened at the beautiful music. This also seemed to alert your captors as you soon found yourself with ten sharpened spears aimed directly at you. Taking in your surroundings, the first thing you noticed was the barren landscape; not a sliver of green, just red course sand was present. Searching for the source of sword on sword ****, you spotted what looked like a small arena of some sorts, bordered with only pieces of wood.

What you realized, was that you were standing in a training yard of some sorts; To the left were men and women practicing with wooden spears, nets, shields, and an odd wooden ball attacked to a piece of wood. And on the right were an assortment of weapons, which did nothing to hinder your excitement. But what really caught your eye, was the giant of a man

“Orc maybe?” you thought based on his green skin and long braided pony tail.

his body was strapped together with hardened fur. And a rather lithe woman; her supple and curvaceous body was bound completely in leather, and her weapon of choice was a…. whip? Her long hair twirled as she fought; a wild and blazing red.

………. Wait. Red…