Slave!


People cheering....
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Warriors killing of eachother in one big dusty bowl of sand.....
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No way to escape.....
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Guards who unleash lions on you....
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Doom...
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Stupid citizens whom only want to see blood....
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THE ARENA!
 

It was sunny day, in fact the weather was extremely hot. The sand could almost burn you and your flesh like leather lying under the sun on a summer day. It was another day in the arena. Soon, gladiators would be forced to fight animals and kill their friends for the entertainement of some people.
Marcus was one of those gladiators, armed with only a metal shoulderplate and a sword. He had already slaughtered many friends and even some guards. He was, by far, the most experienced gladiator. Even the guards were frightened of him.
He had scars all over his torso. Still, his face did not seem to reveal his pain. He had beautiful blonde hair, brown eyes, and a terrific smile and was very popular with the other gladiators. Then he decided that it should end.... away with the terror!

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Marcus quickly descended the stairs to meet his friends, his sword was sheathed and his hair was swirling along with every one of his steps. He told his friends that he would like to revolt, and after spending hours on a battleplan they agreed. Such the revolt started. It would apear in the history annals as one of the most bloodiest in the world!

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LET THE GAMES BEGIN!!!!!

 Under loud cheers the gladiators assembled before the director of the games. "Mortiri te salutant", they shouted while raising their swords. They quickly dispersed through the arena, as now the animals would be unleashed.
Three lions were unleashed, and five bears. There were fifteen gladiators to handle 'em. Lymf and Berent quickly took their spear and shield, they encircled a lion and steadily waited for it to attack while driving it in a corner, well knowing that its instict would quickly take over. When it did it jumped on Lymf but swift as he was he evaded the jump with his shield while thrusting his spear. The lion got hit in his leg wich cripled him, but now that he smelled blood he was furious. He attacked Lymf again who evaded it, but lost control. Quickly, the lion pushed him onto the ground, he immediatly shoved a claw over his torso wich ripped his whole torso open in three lines. When Lymf thought he was finished Berent jumped in and struck his spear trough the lion's body. The mindless crowd cheered....
 

Marcus now faced a bear, but he had no backup but his trusted sword and his large muscles. The bear was quite confident and totally enraged by blood, and immediatly raised his claws, but Marcus easily evaded them and struck him in the torso. The bear was totally surprised jumped back. After recovering he assailed Marcus again. He tried to jump on him with his claws open but Marcus jumped back quickly, raised his sword and split the bear's head in two.

 Now that the animals were finished they would normally assemble to slaughter eachother and so they did. Though two persons were suspiciously close to the exit. They were Marcus and Lymf and it was especially weird that Marcus would take such an easy pray since Lymf was hurt already. When the director raised his hand to allow the slaughtering it quickly became clear.
Marcus thrusted his spear trough the guard whom was blocking the exit. The other guard was startled by what he saw. He was no match for Marcus, who quickly slashed off his head. All of the gladiators now headed toward the exit, but suddenly 20 men apeared through that exit. They forced the gladiators back into the arena and a merciless fight began, which the gladiators easily won. Although the guards were highly trained soldiers they were no match for the experienced gladiators. But it quickly came clear that this was all but a diversion. Suddenly, millions of arrows came raining from the tribunes and two gladiators were killed straight away, the others quickly fleed to the training quarters, which had only one entrance and no way for archers to enter and kill them. They barrickaded the door and sat down, licking their wounds.....
 

The situation now seemed hopeless, one day the door would breach and the guards would pour in, slaughtering them all. The director isn't soft against uprisings. Then help came and it wasn't from who you'd expect......

 Marcus was sitting on his own and it was then that he heared the voice behind him, it was a cold dark voice and it said, "I can help you, but you'll have to accept my terms."
Marcus quickly turned his head, there he saw Fuji. He asked, "And those terms are?".
Fuji now retracted his teeth and smiled, "Join my cause." Marcus was horrified, a vampire!
"What if I don't accept?" He asked.
"Then I will speed up your deaths and you will become my slave." Fuji calmly replied. Marcus sighed and then he agreed, after the liberation of the slaves he would allow Fuji to bite him and then join his cause...
 

Fuji opened the door, he quickly dispatched of the guards whom were guarding the door and headed to the arena. He ordered the others to wait and only for Marcus to come with him.
He now told him "You may have killed your friends in the arena my friend, but they certainly haven't forgotten about you my dear friend, watch and see what they think of you." Fuji raised his hands and lightning opened the skies. Spirits descended from it, Dark eery spirits... They struck the guards on the arena and those that fought back had their minds destroyed. Never did the spirits resist any guard who raised a sword, but if one tried to fight he would suddenly freeze and die.
"See, your friends have returned to your aid, now call your gladiators to escape... but you stay!" Marcus did so and when everyone had left Fuji retracted his teeth......