You try to strain your skills as much as possible in order to survive in this critically dangerous situation.

There is a thought in your head: “The magical barrier pushes back the flesh and blood person... But like any defensive device, this magical barrier has a flaw... I just need to find a way...”

You were almost waiting for the moment to strike again with the wooden pole through the magical barrier.

However, something bothered you...

Sudden powerful blows from razor-sharp katana blades rush from opposite directions towards your defenseless flesh!

Steel cuts through the air at lightning speed...

The two katanas make quick strikes in a wide arc, trying to hit your body.

Only trained reflexes help you make a backward somersault jump.

You manage to dodge in a split second.

Otherwise, the sharpest katana blades would simply chop off your limbs...

If you were less dexterous, the bloody stumps of your legs and arms would already be lying on the floor...

You feel that the hair on the back of your neck is standing on end due to the mortal threat posed by these “animate armor”.

You couldn't even imagine that something like this was possible...

But now before your eyes is a completely tangible embodiment of the inexorable d e a t h: items of armor and weapons imbued with magical energy, which do not feel fear, have no desire for self-preservation, do not get tired, do not feel pity...

An enemy who has only one desire - to cut your body into small pieces of bloody flesh...

Two large laminar armor made up of strips of iron that glow with magical yellowish energy and two large steel katanas.

These two magically animated armors move after you.

You were able to dodge once...

But how long will you be able to avoid ****?

There is no armor on your body - your flesh is not protected by anything.

Your chances of survival look slim...

You rush towards one of the armor racks that line the wall.

One of the “animate armor” is moving to cut you off.

Katana swing!

You barely had time to knock down the armor stand to meet this blow.

The steel blade of the katana pierced one of the armor, piercing the chest armor of some dark orange metal. The steel sank deep - this katana was stuck for a while...

You took advantage of the enemies' seconds of delay.

You throw a wooden pole at the second “animate armor”, which tries to pass you on the left side.

The second katana, engulfed in a yellowish magical glow, stops to cut the flying wooden pole.

At this time, you jump towards the wall and grab the first weapon you come across, which was lying on a weapons stand near the wall.

Throwing pilum spears, small darts, daggers...

A throwing weapon flies towards the barrier of magical energy that threw your body away...

You manage to make four quick throws with a throwing weapon, aiming at the Fo-Tzun's silhouette.

A magical barrier distorts the flight path of some of these exemplars thrown weapons. But some of the sharp daggers you used manage to overcome the wall of magical energy and almost reach the goal...

A slightly hunched overweight old merchant, who is dressed in a luxurious silk robe, dotted with many multi-colored patterns, screams when a pair of daggers fly near his right shoulder. The blade of one of the daggers tore the fabric of a luxurious silk robe. You see drops of blood coming from a shallow, superficial cut on the skin of this old human's shoulder. The flight path of the daggers was clearly distorted by a magical obstacle. However, this magic clearly has limitations and it does not provide absolute protection.

You want to continue trying to attack Fo-Tzun.

But again you have to distract yourself.

The blade of one of the katanas quickly flashed over your head.

You managed to duck down.

Small pieces of wool, cut with a razor-sharp blade, fall to the floor...

Simultaneously, a second katana rushes towards your flesh on the right side, intending to cut your stomach and cut your body in half.

Trying to jump away, you lose your balance and trip over one of the armors that has fallen to the floor.

You fall to the floor and roll on your back to the side...

Quick blows of the katanas, one after another, hit the place on the stone floor where your body was located just a split second ago.

With a convulsive movement of your hand, you grab the gladius sword that was lying on the floor.

You want to throw this weapon at Fo-Tzun's throat to make this scum **** on his own blood.

Are you already prepared to throw weapons...

However, the lightning-fast blade of a katana rushing straight at your face forces you to use your gladius sword in a different way.

The steel of the gladius sword collides with the blade of the katana. You feel the power of this blow. But you manage to block this katana strike.

Unfortunately, at the moment of blocking one katana, the second katana strikes you from a different direction. Hitting your body lying on the floor is not that difficult. You are now in a position where it is awkward to perform evasive maneuvers.

The realization of the inevitability of the end flashes into your mind: “This is the end. My flesh is not protected by anything. The steel of the katana will simply cut through my flesh like a knife cuts through a stick of butter.”

But when steel meets flesh, something unexpected happens.

At the last moment, the katana blade makes a turn. The blow is carried out with the plane of the blade, and not with the tip. The impact **** is great. However, instead of a severed skull and certain ****, the effect of the blow is different.

You are stunned.

It's getting dark in your eyes.

You lose consciousness.

Your **** body lies on the floor.

The two “animate armor” exude a yellowish glow and do not move. It's like waiting for orders.

Fo-Tzun examines his body (the wound on his shoulder is minor) and treats his wound with some solution from a small bottle (he took this bottle from one of the pockets on his robe). Then he calls the guards.

A dozen guards enter the room.

The old merchant gives them orders in a phlegmatic tone: “Well, the result is not bad... Tigerman was able to hold out for about two minutes... Most slaves lose the ability to resist much earlier... The training room should be put in order. Take tigerman's body to the cell. His hands must be shackled. His diet should be minimal - let there be little food and water. This is necessary so that this guy does not have extra energy for all sorts of nonsense. Every day tigerman will participate in many hours of training. He has truly outstanding reflexes and fighting skills. But he lacks discipline, self-control and intelligence. With proper training, this tigerman can become an extremely successful fighter in the Great Arena..."

One of the guards gestures to the wound on the merchant’s shoulder and says: “Worshipful master Fo-Tzun! This savage... this animal... He is simply dangerous! Why are you taking such risks?!”

Fo-Tzun grins and replies: “I have many years of experience training slaves for battles in the Great Arena. This tigerman may show some surprises... But I myself have many more surprises! Heh... Heh..."

He demonstrates that each of the fingers of his right hand is wearing rings, each of which glows with a strange light that is clearly magical in nature.

The guards bow respectfully and begin to carry out orders.

After a while, the training room looks as if there were no fights.

Fo-Tzun pronounces the words of the spell and the “animate armor” loses its magical properties. Now they are again ordinary objects that simply fall onto the stone floor.

The guards take your **** body to a cell.

The blow to the head was strong and painful.

You come to your senses only the next morning...