Manticore II
Wurhi startled as the sack was ripped from her head.
What in the gods? she exclaid.
Never had she seen a chamber like this. The closest she could liken it to was the foyer at Paradise: an area to hang ones cloak and shed ones shoes before entering soplace. Yet - while this had benches for seating as well - there was no doorkeeper, hook or welco.
Instead, there was weaponry.
Dozens of arms and pieces of armour hung from the walls or stood on racks that ran through the centre of the room. The bronze had dulled and so pieces sported the beginnings of verdigris, yet a group of eight n and won pawed through them as though they were the most precious of gems.
So, hesitant, picked up items with trembling hands before quickly discarding them and seeking sothing else. Others carefully eyed the equipnt, examining it with an expert eye before confidently choosing what they would wield.
A pair of n simply took down spears from the wall without hesitation, gripping them as though they were old friends.
What is this? rrick demanded.
Thoom.
The bronze-shod door slamd behind them with a heavy bar sliding into place on the outside. Berard grinned through a grate near the doors top. I said youd get a chance. Heres your chance. Fight or die. Or fight and die.
With a jaunty knock on the wood, he disappeared down the hall.
There goes our mont, Wurhi grunted.
"They gave us a pair of runts this ti, a heavy baritone remarked in accented Laexondaelic.
A tall man approached the two thieves with an appraising look, eyeing each as a horse trader might examine new stock. Old scars ford a canopy on his pale scalp and a black moustache drooped below his chin. You two look quick of hand, at least. You stand with good balance.
What in the na of every damned god is happening? Wurhi demanded, her eyes darting across the room for so avenue of escape. The only other door rose higher than a gallows pole and was imnse enough to fit a set of oxen through, yet it sported no handle.
Youve been given a chance to fight. The moustached man gestured to the seven folk strapping on belts and dented pieces of armour. We all have.
Hey, I saw this first!
A squat man tried to drag a warped breastplate from a reedy youth. Get your own!
I had my hand on it, and I used it last ti! the thin young man snarled. Shove off!
Hey! the bald warrior jabbed a finger toward them. Save all that for whatever beast theyve brought out! Im not going out there with two of my n already bruised! He pointed to the squat man. Agron, you get the plate. Youre slower. Gannicus. He pointed to the thin man. Take a helm, those pauldrons over there, and that shield. Youre quick on your feet.
Both n glared at each other, but Gannicus dropped his grip and trudged toward a shield on the rack.
What in all hells is this? rrick demanded.
The armoury for the arena. The bald warrior turned back with a grim look.
Wait Wurhi blinked. Arena? Like a fighting pit in Salik?
Her heartbeat quickened.
Ive never heard of a Salik, but if theyve got fighting pits, then you got the right idea. He looked them up and down. You two as quick as I think you are?
rrick and Wurhi looked at each other. Yes, I- the Hawk started.
Good. The warrior jabbed a thumb toward the racks. Armours rare here, so you wont get that until I see youre not just gonna die as soon as the gates go up. Try to take any and Ill thump you good, he warned. Youve got short reach so fetch a couple of spears and whatever hand weapon you got experience with. If thats none, take a club. He pointed to a set of cudgels piled in a corner of the room. Keep your head straight, follow my commands and you might live through this.
Who in the hells are you? rrick demanded.
Crixus of Garumna, the moustached man gazed down at him levelly. Corded muscle filled his bare chest, shifting with every movent. I was bodyguard to Queen Oligara before the Blood-Bearded slew all the clan-chiefs. I know war and battle. Youd be wise to listen to . Nas?
Uh, rrick of Laexondael.
Uh, Wurhi of Zabyalla.
What? A young woman rushed toward them with a bronze helm bouncing on top of a mop of ginger hair. The Rat and the Hawk?! Here?
Crixus looked at her sharply.
You know these runts, Saxa?
She stared at them with wide, green eyes. Theyre only so of the best thieves ever to trounce the trove guardians! she cried. If I had half their skills Ida left Tick Bottom years ago! Damn , these wolves caught you?
Wurhi looked about, entirely overwheld. I-
Brooooooooaaaaaam!
A monstrous horn blew, and its blast shuddered her soul.
It shook the handleless door and reverberated through the stone. The pit-fighters froze as one, looking toward the imnse door.
Crixus cursed. Damn it, theyre ready to open the gate! Saxa, save your questions for later! All of you! Get your arms ready! He looked to rrick and Wurhi. That ans you too!
Wurhi looked at rrick before rushing to grab a spear.
Turning in place, she darted for one of the racks and snatched up a bronze sword as well. She gave it a few test swings. It was heavier than her own and had piss poor balance, but their lengths were similar enough. She felt slightly more confident in wielding it.
Silently, she thanked Kyembe for all those lessons hed forced her through in the cold snows on Paradises grounds.
Her belly twisted.
A mory returned: the last lesson he had given her. It had devolved into a snow battle as they chased each other like children. What a pure joy that had been! A first for her as well. Only a few days had passed since, but they now felt like months.
A snarl took her lips, fuelled by a rage toward both herself and her lupine captors. She rembered well the black-coated beast and Berards smirk as he left her here. Im gonna live through this. I swear Im gonna live through this and then Im going to split open that big, hulking mange-ridden bastard.
Croom.
The gate shifted so loudly that she nearly dropped her spear; it began to rise, lifted by the clink of massive chains buried in the ceiling above.
This is it! Crixus barked. So of you are new! So of you are very new! But its the sa as always! Follow my lead, watch each others flanks and stick whatever bastard theyve brought for us as hard as you can!
The captives, their nerves taut as bowstrings, nodded.
rrick took up position behind the group with a spear in hand and a bronze mace strapped to his waist. Wurhi quickly joined him. How much fighting have you done? she whispered.
Enough. His shrug was casual, but all the colour had abandoned his face. Sotis guards see you and youve got to cut or crack your way out. You?
Enough. She echoed. Enough.
Her heart pounded so fiercely that she thought it would burst. Her mind raced like a terror-stricken horse with starving dogs closing in.
Youve done this, she told herself. You fought in alleys most of your life. You fought Cas guards. You fought Avernixs dogs. You survived all this ti. And if things get tough, you can transform. Youve done this. Youve done this.
The ear-crushing roar of a beast sounded ahead as the gate continued rising.
A crowd erupted in a deafening din. There must have been hundreds of them.
Wurhi cursed, clutching the spear lest her trembling hands lose their grip. A cold sweat stood on her skin.
I feel about the sa, rrick muttered with shaky tones.
Thoom.
The gate completed its rise.
Here we go! Pray to whatever gods you pray to! Crixus slapped down the visor on his helm.
He stepped forward.
The other slaves followed.
Wurhi flinched as evening sunlight abruptly struck her eyes.
The captives exited a stone passage into an arena within the mountains heart. A massive channel opened in the ceiling, illuminating hundreds of black robed figures in the stands above. A line of cultists ringed the arenas floor from atop the surrounding wall; their spears stood ready to impale any who attempted to climb toward the seats for escape.
Were all dead. rrick muttered.
Silence.
A voice as deep as thunder struck the chamber. It was not raised, yet smote down the crowd to imdiate stillness. Squinting, Wurhi rapidly looked toward it.
A man sat in a throne inlaid with black onyx upon a rising dais; the sight of him nearly made her nerves fray in fright. His torso was bare, displaying a powerful build sculpted as a marble statue and crisscrossed with scars. His dark hair was so close-cropped that it seed chiseled smooth above eyes as hard, cold and dead as diamond. He was slighter than Berard -but only barely - and only in physicality.
Wurhis rodent instincts scread at her to flee. Her body began to tremble violently. This man seated above all others exuded an imnse savagery so primal that the air itself seed to recoil from it.
A titanic statue of a beast rose above him - its multiple lupine heads writhing - and he was frad by several familiar figures. Berard and the hunt-leader gazed down with animalistic excitent that bordered on hunger. Adelmar grinned and whispered excitedly to a masked cultist that seed to nearly bounce with glee. The Eye of Radiin hanging from his neck left little doubt to his identity.
I am Milos of Crotonia, Sacred Alpha to this pack. Their leaders voice filled the chamber. And you all have been chosen by Lycundars grace. He pointed toward the statue of the monstrosity. You will undertake The Struggle. Succeed, and you may live. Perform well and you will please He Who Consus Himself. You, in turn, shall be fed well. Perform poorly? You shall die, and be our gods feast in the afterworld.
Oh, gods, rrick moaned.
We will perform! Crixus raised his spear. We will be fed!
We shall see. Milos casually waved a hand.
Crnk.
A gate began to rise on the opposite side of the arena.
Thoom.
Beyond it yawned a passage in the stone. It appeared immune to lights touch, for only a consuming blackness lay within. Sothing moved heavily in that dark.
Wurhis nostrils flared.
Her blood chilled.
Oh no, she murmured and stepped back trembling. Her hand squeezed the spear like the coils of a serpent. No, no, no, no, no.
What!? rrick demanded.
Steady, I say! Crixus barked.
Scrrrrrrrp.
Sothing sharp scraped against stone. A crackling growl reverberated with the low pitch of a war-drum. A shape began to materialize from the darkness, its coming heralded by the flash of scarlet, shining eyes.
Were dead. Wurhis breath ca rapidly. Were all dead.
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