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Hiatus Tie 16-Oct-22 04:03 AM
TW: Sexual Content, Death, Violence, Blood, Gore, Slavery
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Ross Ledger BOT 16-Oct-22 09:08 AM
The dirt beneath his feet shifted with the wind, carrying with it the smell of roasting meat over a fire. Meat was a delicacy rarely afforded to them, the masters usually giving them slop that kept them in shape but afforded them no actual texture to enjoy. Meat came on the days that they were expected to behave, or so Ross would be led to believe by the slaves around him. Slave. It was a word that he had not been able to attribute to himself, even when heavy iron manacles were put around his wrists and a forcefield generator placed around his neck. The field had been put in place to cut off the influence of his mind over the enhancements in his body, making them nothing but highly expensive pieces of metal embedded in his spine, adrenal glands, and along the muscle fibers of his limbs. These enhancements served him well when he was a freeman in the national police force, affording him superhuman strength, endurance, and speed. These advantages were needed to handle the civilians that had gone to the black market and gotten illegal enhancements. Weapons of war implanted into their bodies, making them extreme criminals, or in some cases, losing control of the enhancements and becoming a true problem. When these problems and criminals were located, Ross and his team would be sent to eliminate them. It was on one of these such missions that he was ambushed and captured. He expected to be killed or worse, but he was instead enslaved, his freedom being snatched away as they added a CED, Compliance Ensuring Device, to his neck. Threatened to be killed with the click of a button, Ross had found his knees bending rather than the alternative. Looking at the door that led out from the group sleeping quarters, Ross saw some of the other men holding onto the bars with whispers going between them. Walking over, he caught the very end of what they said, “...Whitlock is here.” Knowing better than to ask them to repeat themselves, Ross walked over to the door and leaned agai
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nst it with his forearms. Out of this wrought iron door was the training ground, a two hundred square foot area of flat dirt that the slaves here used to train for the gladiatorial arts. They were reminded often that while they might be training to be gladiators, they were still nothing but slaves. Anyone that forget that found themselves beaten senseless, sometimes to death depending on what the master deemed necessary. The training ground, however, was the one place in the world that the slaves would have the forcefields on their necks turned off, giving them all access to their enhancements, depending on their type. Those that had criminal enhancements, namely hidden firearms, had had them removed when they were captured. Cut out of the limb or simply amputated with the limb at the closest joint, those men would often find themselves kicked out and sent to some other business that could use a crippled slave. Looking out across the training grounds, Ross could see the slave master's estate looming above them, a large balcony positioned to allow for ideal viewing of his merchandise as they trained. There were several house slaves working on the balcony today, making sure it was set up nicely for the master and whoever this mystery guest was. Looking below the balcony where the slaves would eat, Ross could see a few of the tables of the dining area. That was where the smell was coming from. Breathing out softly as he imagined what they might be fed today, he heard movement behind him as the other 7 men in his room started moving to the door, their curiosity and hunger rousing them. .
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As he turned back to face the training ground, he watched as two figures clad in full armor stepped into it, the signal that they would soon be coming out. Stepping back from the door, he watched it unlocked before opening at the flick of a switch on one of the guard’s control tablets. Waiting a moment to see if it shut again, Ross leaned his head down to go through the relatively short door. Stepping out onto the sands, Ross and the fifty-six other slaves all lined up in three ranks of fourteen with Ross in the second line on the far right. Looking straight ahead and standing at attention, the collection waited in silence for three minutes for the master to step out on the balcony. Looking down at them, he clapped his hands before speaking, “Listen up, I’ll only say this once. Honorable Eden Whitlock is coming today, and she will pick one of you to be her newest gladiator. I know four of you stand a chance, but the rest of you will only bore her. Ledger, Smith, Andrews, and Gomez, train and eat some meat, then prepare to see our guest.” The other slaves grumbled as they walked away, their hands finding various weightlifting equipment and going to work. Ross and the other three chosen nodded to each other respectfully, knowing what today would mean. Three of them were likely going to die or get critically injured, and the other would be going to a sport where they would likely die soon after. Going their separate ways, Ross walked over to the agility tree and grabbed one of the wooden swords available. Giving a few practice swings, he motioned one of the guards over and tapped his neck wordlessly. If he was going to practice saving his life, he wanted his tools and knew the others would as well. Feeling a rush of energy course through him, he smiled and nodded before turning back to the tree. Striking much more powerfully and precisely, he hit the shields and parried the wooden swords with ease. Moving faster and faster until he had a sheen of sweat beginning
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on his forehead, Ross chuckled before stepping back and away. Seeing Andrews and some of his friends looking at him, he nodded towards them before going back to the tree. They were all wearing a cloth loincloth and nothing else, leaving their bodies on display for anyone who wish to see and also leaving their flesh open to the elements and injuries. As such, when the tree caught him off guard and smacked his shoulder with its wooden sword, there was nothing to dampen the blow. @MjStriker
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MjStriker 17-Oct-22 03:40 PM
The sound of metal clinking on leather filled the silence of the black BMW as it hovered along the leyline to the lower city of New Capua. The woman took a look at the time on the holographic projection that was hovering in front of her. It was already 1 pm. She would soon arrive at the Gladiator colosseum of Capua. Although her meeting with Huxley was settled for 1:30 Eden Whitlock decided to show up earlier as he would've expected. She didn't want to give this bootlicker the opportunity to clean all the dirt from his hands nore from his goods before she could see their true nature with her own eyes. She closed the hologram with a wave of her left hand and proceeded to look out of the window while two of her right prosthetic fingers continued tapping on the armrest of the car door. Outside she could already see how the buildings of Capua got bigger. Eden would've preferred to keep distance between her and the lower parts of the city, but since one of her Gladiators denied his services towards her and therefore his brain scattered across the floor of her Training ground, she certainly had no other choice but to get a new one to keep the numbers even. Compared to the modern buildings and luxurious skyscrapers on top of the floating island, the part of the city that was actually built upon solid ground seemed like a dirty junkyard to her and probably most of the wealthy politicians or CEO's that resided up there too.
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The streets were filled with people. People sold their goods on small markets at the side of the street, kids were running around happily playing catch with each other, while others sat together in small groups, sharing their stories and memories with each other. It was quite a different scene then what she was used to from the island. After her chauffeur made his way through the crowded streets the car finally took a halt in front of the huge walls of the colosseum. "We are here Miss Whitlock." her chauffeur said as he opened the door for her. "Punctual to the minute James, as always" she replied with a small nod towards her trusted Chauffeur while still keeping her back straight and her chin high. As she walked towards the giant gate with her hands on her back she could already see how the guards inside the two watchtowers started to straighten their posture as well, one of them already on the way to open the gate for her and her 2 bodyguards behind her. With a loud cranking sound the gate started slowly to open. She already knew the way to the balcony where her meeting with Huxley would take place and she didn't waste a second to get there.
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The sound of her heels echoed through the long hallway that led towards the balcony. She could hear this fat maggot Huxley before she even took a look through the open door. It seems like he just made the announcement of her visit as a special guest towards his slaves. That means that her timing was perfect. This dirty worm wouldn't have a single opportunity to hide anything from her. When she positioned herself in the doorframe Huxley was still facing the edge of the balcony. It seems like he hasn't noticed her yet, nor did he seem to be expecting her already but at least he was already wearing one of his finest suits. As he turned around his field of view was still directed towards the floor while he muttered something that she couldn't quite understand. It took him a few steps into her direction until his gaze wandered towards the door frame where she was standing with her 2 bodyguards behind her. His face went pale and his eyes widened in a mix of fear and surprise as he understood who was already standing in the doorframe, earlier than expected. "Honorable Miss Whitlock! You- you are here already! What a… pleasant surprise!" The tone in his voice was a bit more high-pitched than normally, but it still had a certain roughness to it. She could already tell that her early arrival scared the shit out of him. "Good day to you too, dear Mister Huxley. I hope that my early arrival has not caused you any inconvenience." she replied in a cold tone that forbade any contradictions.
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With those words she entered the balcony, her bodyguards stationed themselves by the side of the door as she continued to walk towards where Huxley's eyes were fixed on her. "No- not at all Miss Whitlock! You are welcome here anytime." he said with a forced grin that exposed his gold tooth on the upper left corner of his mouth while he was rubbing his hands covered in gold rings into each other. While Huxley was still talking she was slendering towards the balcony railing to take a closer look at the Slaves he had picked for her. As she looked down into the in dirt covered arena she saw 4 slaves training in different corners. The first one of them caught her eye just by the amount of muscles that underlined his height and physical appearance. He was built like a Bulldozer and had two giant steel fists as cybernetic enhancements. He threw random punches at one of the dummies and sent it a good distance flying with a last chin hook. The second one who caught her eye was also tall but rather slim with a retractable blade in his left arm. He was stabbing one of the dummies with his blade into multiple sensitive spots of the body until he finally slashed both of the Dummies arms and head off. The third one was rather small but he slashed his Dummy rather fast open with what it seems like were small blades that came from his fingernails. His speed made up for his figure though but this doesn't have to mean anything. The fourth and last of them seemed to have no enhancement at first and he just used a wooden sword for fighting the tree.
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His blows and parries were quick and powerful. As he continued with his practice he started to increase his speed with which he threw his blows and parries against the tree. This tempo could only mean that he had multiple physical attribute enhancements and therefore wouldn't be able to handle another additional weapon built in his body. She couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at this promising site. Her moment of awe was over as quickly as it came when he lost focus for a second and got smacked in his shoulder by one of the branches which sent him flying into the dirt of the arena. As he grunted and pulled himself up he looked into the direction and saw her standing on the railing of the balcony watching them. She met his gaze for a second and then scoffed as she turned away from the field. She had seen enough for now. "The fights will begin in ten minutes. Don't keep me waiting, Huxley." she spoke while she passed him a second time while only sparring him a side glance. She then sat into a chair in one of the seating groups of the balcony, waiting for Huxley to run through the door to bark his next orders to fulfill the wish of his special guest. This would be a promising selection. @Hiatus Tie
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Ross Ledger BOT 20-Oct-22 11:29 AM
Standing up and rolling his shoulders with a chuckle, Ross pointed at the tree and shook his head. The struggle of having three enhancements to augment his physicality was when they were deactivated by the security devices, it took him some time to get used to his body’s capabilities when he got them back. He knew what he could do but having them returned so suddenly was like an adrenaline shot that he had to ease back into working order. Picking up his wooden sword again, he rolled his head back and forth before looking up to the balcony to see if there was any development on the rumors the other slaves had been spreading. Catching the eyes of a stunning blonde woman, he kept his eyes on hers before glancing at the trace amounts of cybernetics on the side of her head. Nodding as she stepped away, Ross didn’t have to reason hard to realize that she was Eden Whitlock. Turning back to the tree, he started warming up again, allowing his speed and power to increase. He had to let the tree react to his movements as it lagged behind what his actual reaction time was. Hitting the different levels of arms, he grabbed a second sword and started to strike and parry at the same time. He had been pushed by Huxley to perfect dual wielding since he didn’t have a weapon he could inherently use. It would work well with his speed and power, as a one-handed hit by him was similar to a two-handed strike by a normal person. As he worked the tree, Huxley walked out into the training ground with three bodyguards. Clearing his throat, the man pointed to the main slave handler. The handler took out his whip and cracked it in the air, drawing the attention of every slave. Smiling cruelly now that he was being listened to, Huxley stepped forward and called out, “All slaves but the four previously mentioned, go to the sides and watch as these four slaves attempt to grow past their station. Remember your place and watch as they get what you have not earned. Maybe, work harder.” Ross watc
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hed Huxley smirk and walk away before the handler turned to him and the other chosen. Speaking in a deep voice, he pointed towards a water basin in the corner, “Go clean up, you will look the part for our esteemed guest. You fight in ten minutes, starting with Ledger and Smith.” Glancing over at the muscular man with the steel fists, Ross nodded before setting down his swords and walking over to the basin. Getting there as the others did, he nodded solemnly before speaking in a low voice, “May the best man win.” Smith and Gomez nodded, but Andrews rolled his eyes and scoffed while stepping towards Ross, “Man? You’re nothing but weaponless scum. I expect you to bow before your superiors once the fights start, or else I’ll kill you.” Matching Andrews’s glare with one of his own, Ross held his gaze until the other man scoffed and walked away, his shoulder smacking against Ross’s own. Shaking his head and looking back to the water, he used the sponge in his hand to continue washing off his body. Once his body was clean, he grabbed one of the sponges that sat in a basin of body oil above the water. Rubbing his body with the sponge, he found himself thinking about how killing another slave had a punishment of death unless it was an accident. If Andrews meant to kill him, he wasn’t going to allow him to, but what would his punishment be for defending himself but to still die. .
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Shaking his head as he finished oiling himself up, he walked over to the armory door and stood waiting for the guard to give him what he needed. Two steel swords and a hardened leather arm guard for his left shoulder and upper arm was handed to him. Stepping away and strapping the arm guard in place, he swung the swords around to get used to the weight and balance. Seeing Smith being given two arm guards and wraps to put around his wrist, Ross nodded before standing to the side and closing his eyes as he waited in the warm sun for the fight to be announced. Andrews and Gomez moved to stand under the balcony, enjoying the shade as they watched Smith move to stand opposite Ross. Huxley was back on the balcony and stepped forward to the railing. Looking down on the slaves before him, Huxley glanced at Eden before holding his hands wide and calling out, “Ledger. Smith. Begin.” Opening his eyes as he heard his name, Ross’s eyes locked on Smith’s form. His eyes took on a more feral light, his blue eyes suddenly streaked with a golden color as his augmentations pumped into overdrive. Snarling a lip up, he forgot the nice conversations he had had with Smith and viewed him as a target for elimination. Sprinting forwards as Smith did the same, Ross swung his swords in two fast horizontal slashes, the blades moving towards each other and then away like big scissors. Smith stopped his sprint int order to bring his hands up to guard against the cuts. His hands were made of movable steel so that he could punch as well as grip things. Ross’s swords cleared past them with the first cut, but the second cut allowed Smith to grab the sword in his left hand. Feeling his sword slow down as it pulled on Smith’s arm, Ross smirked and stepped in with his right foot, his shoulder coming up in a fierce slam into Smith’s chin. As Smith stepped back to recover, Ross brought his right sword around in a critical blow that he angled at the last second, the blade cutting into Smith’s arm r
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ather than cutting it off outright. The blow caused his grip to fail, letting Ross recover his sword before pressing the attack further. Smith took advantage of this and brought his left fist around to catch Ross in his ribs and knock the air from his lungs. Gasping for breath and stumbling backwards, Ross let his guard fall a moment which let Smith push his new advantage. Catching a right hook to his ribs again before Smith punched at his face, Ross growled and brought his arms up to catch the blow on his forearms. Absorbing the hit and two follow up ones without stepping back, Ross opened his arms slightly as Smith struck with his right fist. The opening allowed his hand to slip through, but Ross clamped his arms shut and shifted his left foot back quickly. Pulling Smith with him and knocking him off balance with the display of enhanced speed, Ross clamped his hand under his left arm while bringing his right hand down on Smith’s shoulder and head. Striking him with the reinforced pommel of his sword, Ross saw Smith’s head lolling back as the man was losing consciousness. Punching him in the face on last time, Ross let go of his arm and kicked him in the chest. Sending Smith flying back several feet before he landed on the ground and rolled to a stop in a dusty heap of limbs. Growling and spreading his arms wide, Ross felt no fatigue and felt the bruising on his ribs beginning to lessen as his endurance augmentation went to work with minor healing and pumping him with energy to ignore the pain. Looking up at the balcony, he pointed his swords at Huxley and the woman before smirking and stepping off to the side as two medics ran over to Smith. @MjStriker
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Eden Whitlock BOT 23-Oct-22 03:44 PM
For the occuring fights Eden took a seat in a chair that stood closer to the edge of the balcony. She sat in her seat, upright with her right leg crossed over the other and her arms folded in front of her chest as well, watching every punch that flew and every strike that was made with a keen eye. Although her eyes were fixed on the fight, she felt Huxley's gaze wander between his fighters and her face, hoping to catch the slightest reaction to the fighters he picked, but her expression was carved out of stone. She wouldn't make it that easy for him. It was no surprise to her that this big boulder of muscles lost this fight. She had to admit that his punches were very powerful indeed, but raw strength doesn't make one slave a good Gladiator. Additionally, his sloppy punches were slow and easily predictable for any kind of Gladiator. His overall guard was way too low which gave the other Slave the opportunity to cut into his arm. She wasn't even sure if he could get back up on his own after getting knocked over with his terrible balance. On the other hand, the other fighter seemed a bit more interesting. His movements during the fight were swift, his balance was good and the way he wielded those 2 blades was promising.
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There was just one thing that seemed off about him. With his Abilities he could've easily used the opportunity to cut the boulders arm off entirely and not just give him a milder injury. She began to wonder why he didn't take advantage of the situation to secure his victory? Was he so confident in his abilities that he saw no need in giving his opponents larger injuries than necessary? He was reacking of show-off when he pointed his sword up to her while the medics tried to get the knocked out boulder off the Arena grounds. Or was it because he didn't get the order to kill? Either way, she would find that one out sooner or later. "What is his name Huxley?" she asked Huxley while she only spared him a side glance. He flinched slightly at the sound of her sharp tone. "Ross. Ross Ledger Miss" Huxley stumbled while he started to play with the huge gold ring on his left thumb. "I see. Now then, let us continue with the next fight shall we.'' "Of course Miss Whitlock." he stumbled as he stepped close to the railing once more. When Ledger and the still unconscious Smith were off the grounds, the next 2 fighters already took their place in the Arena.
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The tall one with the cybernetic blade built in his left arm stood on the left from the balcony while the smaller one with enhanced claws positioned himself on the right while both facing each other. After clearing his throat Huxley raised his arms again calling out "Gomez. Andrews. ``Begin!" The smaller fighter she assumed was Gomez made the first move. He charged therefore at Andrews with both of his metallic claws on top of his fingernails exposed and ready to shred everything into pieces. Andrews on the other hand didn't even seem bothered by the sudden move of his enemy. He just stood there, waiting for the attack of his opponent to hit him with the blade on his left already exposed. As Gomez leaped forward for his slashing attack, a wide grin suddenly formed on Andrews face as he stepped aside in the very last second. She had to admit that this speed and agility without a physical attribute enhancement was not something you would see every day. Gomez's shock was written all over his face as he froze in terror for a short second. This moment was enough for Andrews to lash out with his blade, separating Gomez's right hand clean from his wrist. As the blood started to gush from his wrist Gomez let out a pain filled scream while trying to stop the bleeding with his other hand.
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While he stood there with his back bending in agony Andrews used this opportunity to land two clean slashes across the back of his thighs. The slashes were deep enough to cut both hamstrings which resulted in Gomez legs collapsing with his body starting to collapse forward onto the ground with only his shoulder barely protecting his body from the hard impact. Gomez was basically defeated with such severe injuries by now, but Andrews didn't stop there. Still with the grinning on his face he turned Gomez's body towards him with his foot and then proceeded to give him several powerful kicks right into his guts. After two or three kicks he put his foot on top of his chest to hold him down and started to cut the fingers off his remaining hand with his blade. While Gomez screams filled the colosseum his grin got even wider. When all fingers were cut off Andrews grabbed Gomez's already mutilated body by the throat and lifted him off the ground with only his right hand. Eden could hear that he was shouting at Gomez something along the lines of "IS THAT EVERYTHING YOU GOT?" While Gomez was dangling in the air gasping for air, his head started to transition into a light blue color. Before Andrews could suffocate him, he put an end to his life as he rammed his sword through Gomez's bare chest. After Andrews pulled his blade out of the lifeless body, he then dropped Gomez's body into the pool of blood that lay before his feet and covered the floor around him.
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He then looked up to the balcony, trying to meet her gaze. His grin got even wider as Andrews' gaze found hers although she didn't show any sign of emotions. With a last very theateratical bow he left the battlegrounds. Eden watched his violent performance without even batting an eyelash. She could feel how Huxley, on the other hand, had problems holding his temper together. Not because of the bloody scenery, but probably the fact that one of his best slaves just got ripped into pieces just for the sake of entertainment without being able to making money from it in advance. She wasn't impressed by Andrew's violent performance. He would've already won after he cut Gomez's hamstrings, but he just continued with the torture after his obvious victory. Bragging about his own strength while torturing and mutilating someone who isn't even able to defend himself. How primitive. This slave had no spark of honor inside of him. This made her even more curious about the final round. This round would decide who would become her next Gladiator. @Hiatus Tie
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Ross Ledger BOT 25-Oct-22 10:34 AM
Ross watched in disgust as Andrews just toyed with Gomez, mutilating his body before eventually killing him. There was no need for that, especially since they had been given the orders to not kill the other slaves. This was why Ross had held back slightly with Smith, seeing no need to cut his arm off when the measured strike he landed would do the job well enough to ruin the man’s fighting capabilities. If he had gotten free and punched, his arm would have snapped at the site of the mini fracture that Ross had inflicted on him. If he was allowed to kill, he likely would have still played his moves out the same, pinning Smith’s arm and bashing his head to stun him, just would have finished it by cutting his head off rather than simply kicking him. Standing to the side as the mess was cleaned up, Ross saw Andrews staring at him with a smirk on his lips and simply shook his head before speaking in a voice the other slave could hear easily, “Keep looking at me like that and I’ll think you’re wanting to fuck. Just because we’re told not to kill doesn’t mean I won’t make you want to die.” Andrews laughed before turning to look at the mess, his right hand running a rag over his arm blade to clean it and then oil it. Ross took a rag of his own to wipe the blood off the hilt of his right blade where he had smashed it into Smith’s face. Confident that it was dry enough to not cause any grip issues, Ross stepped forward as he saw Huxley coming to the railing to announce that it was time to fight. Stepping out into the open where he could be seen from the balcony, Ross looked towards Andrews and stopped as he was standing squared off from the other male at a distance of nearly ten meters. Pointing his left sword towards him, Ross shifted his feet so that his left foot was forward to mimic his left sword being forward. Holding the left sword at a semi-high blocking position, he looked through the window of vision that was framed by his sword, his forearm, and his armor-clad
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upper arm and shoulder. He held his right arm down beside him, the blade pointing towards Andrews. Andrews laughed as he saw the defensive stance, viewing it as a pointless practice as he had already deemed himself the victor. Andrews looked up at the balcony and shook his head, a low chuckled playing from his chest. Ross chose this moment to charge, his swords dropping so that he could sprint forward more naturally. He covered the long distance in only three steps, his speed exceeding that which Andrews had displayed earlier against Gomez. If he wanted a fight of brutality, Ross would give him just that. He had seen the gladiators fighting as a free man and knew the importance of a good show and the carnal nature of the blood sport. The crowd wanted to see the slaves bleed as they were struck over and over. Dropping into a slide as he reached Andrews, Ross’s right leg stayed bent beneath him while his left leg stuck out straight. Andrews slashed towards his head as it lowered, his blade meeting nothing but open space. He then tried to turn and stomp on Ross, but only managed to stomp on empty dirt as Ross had pushed up with his right foot and was now standing behind him with both of his blades held forward with the tips pointing up at an angle towards Andrews. The man screamed and turned at Ross, his blade swinging in fast arcs that changed direction as soon as contact was made. Ross’s two swords moved quickly, committing only one at a time to block the wild blows while the other sword stayed ready to be used. .
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The slashes were being blocked easily and it was starting to infuriate Andrews, his confidence being stopped by someone able to block his blows. He pulled back and feinted to slash but turned his blade inwards to thrust it at Ross’s chest. Ross raised his left blade to block the slash before it was revealed to be a feint. Stepping quickly to the right he brought his right blade up and redirected the tip of the thrust, making it cut across his side rather than piercing his chest. The blood drawn seemed to spark Andrews’s mood as he smiled like a madman and pulled his arm back before stepping back and bringing his blade up. Ross looked on in disgust as Andrews licked his trickle of blood off his blade, his mouth opening as he shouted, “First blood is mine Ledger!! Prepare to die!!” Andrews sprinted forward with his sword arm held behind him before he swung it forward with more vigor and speed than he had been before. Devoting both blades to block each of the blows, Ross watched for an opening and saw it as Andrews transferred from a right side cut to one on his left side. While transitioning both blades to prepare to block the blow, Ross swept his swords outwards to open two deep gashes to Andrew’s chest. When the follow up blow faltered, Ross pressed the attack and swung his right blade at Andrews’s sword, sending his arm swinging to the side and opening him for another attack. Ross did not attack his chest though and instead swung his left sword at Andrews’s right. The blade bit into the flesh before powering through the bone and meat alike. Severing Andrew’s arm halfway down the upper arm, Ross kicked him in the chest and sent him falling to the ground. Staying where he was while pointing his left blade down to point at Andrews, Ross looked at the puddle of blood that was gathering under his arm while Andrews looked at him in confusion. Ross’s voice rang out clearly, “Do you yield?” Hearing those words seemed to empower Andrews as he pushed up from the grou
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nd and bared his teeth in defiance before charging Ross again. Blocking his blows and stepping back as he did so, Ross had no struggle keeping up with the man’s wild and predictable swings. Moving his swords quickly to match Andrews’s movements, he kept his second sword a second or two late to reaching the block to cover for a possible feint from the other male again. His readiness paid off as one of Andrews’s powerful and telegraphed slashes was switched to a feint. Stepping back and bringing his swords down in an X across his chest, Ross forced the blade down to miss him entirely. Lifting his right foot, he stomped it down on the blade to pin it into the dirt before he brought his blades down on it. It was clear he activated his strength and speed enhancements with the swing of his swords, as his arms moved at a blur before contacting the blade and filling the arena with the sound of shearing steel. Andrews looked in shock as the blade extending from his arm was cut off with an inch sticking out of his hand. Using this shock, Ross kicked Andrews in the chest once again to knock him onto his back, a move which Andrews could not resist due to being weakened by blood loss. Walking up to him and placing his foot on Andrew’s chest, Ross twisted his heel to tear at the wounds he had slashed across his chest. Holding the point of his right sword at his throat, Ross growled out deeply, “Do you YIELD?!” .
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Andrews looked up at him with hate-filled eyes, but he did lay still for a second as if thinking. As Ross was lifting his foot to let him up, Andrews grinned and acted, his arm swinging up and jabbing the little shank of his sword that was left into Ross’s calf and drawing down at a sick angle. Screaming in pain and anger, Ross swung his sword to the right, cleaving Andrews’s arm off just below the elbow. Stepping away as the amputated arm fell out of his leg, Ross screamed into the air triumphantly before turning back to Andrews and pointing his swords at the man, “Now you have no choice. Yield!!” As he finished, three medics sprinted out onto the grounds, two grabbing Andrews’s frame and immediately sticking a blood bag into his thigh before applying bandages to the ends of his stub arms. They took him off the field while the third grabbed his severed limbs. Looking at them work for a moment, Ross then stepped back and stood squarely in front of the balcony, his face in a scowl as he held the swords down by his side. A fourth medic came out to apply a healing spray to his calf, but Ross paid him no mind as he looked between Huxley and Whitlock. @MjStriker
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Eden Whitlock BOT 31-Oct-22 05:25 PM
There was something about Ross that made her curious. Not only has he proven his potential with his Victory against Andrews, but that usually wasn't enough to wake her interest in something. No, what made her curious was his style of fighting. Of course wielding two blades at once wasn't anything particularly special, but what was interesting about his fighting style was his determination to follow the rules. Additionally to that he was able to suppress his urge to kill. He's had several opportunities to kill Andrews with ease that would've guaranteed his victory. Yet he didn't break the rules by killing Andrews for the sake of securing his victory and still managed to secure his victory. This determination could prove itself useful in future. He would still have a lot to learn, but she couldn't deny his potential. While she stood up from her seat with her gaze scanning the battlegrounds, Huxley stepped a bit closer to her side. "I hope the fights were to your liking, Miss WhitlockI" he asked with his iconic false grin on his face. "It was quite entertaining indeed but it seems like one of your slaves is not capable of following a simple rule." she replied to him with her arms folded on her back again walking towards the door of the balcony. Only with her last few words did she stop and turn around halfway to meet his gaze with a cold look in her eyes. She could see how Huxley let his guard down for a second, his face turning red out of embarrassment and his eyes widening in shock. It must be humiliating for him and for his image as a successful Salesman who is known for his well trained slaves from high quality. "Don't worry Miss Whitlock. I- I'll make sure that he'll get properly punished for his disobedience." he stumbled after he caught himself, although he was still visibly nervous with pearls of sweat running down his forehead while he fumbled with one of his gold rings on his fat fingers. "Good. Now to the winner of this little tournament.
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I will inspect him by myself before we settle on a price". With those words she reached the door of the balcony exit, stepping through the large doors as the two bodyguards followed her on foot. "Of course Miss Whitlock. I'll let him be escorted out of his quarters immediately" he replied with a wide grin on his face once more. He then proceeded to quickly hiss some orders inside of a small communication device before trying to catch up to her fast pace as she went down the hallway towards an elevator that would bring her down to the sleeping quarters of the Slaves. As she stepped inside of the elevator followed by her bodyguards, Huxley managed to get in just in time before the doors closed. He was clearly too out of shape for his liking from all the banquets he could devour thanks to his dirty money. His attempt to hide it from her seemed ridiculous. As the elevator doors opened once again she stepped into a bigger lobby with a long hallway attached to it. Along the walls of the hallway were massive steel doors leading into multiple group sleeping quarters. Huge poles separated this hallway from the lobby and she could hear the lively mumbling coming from the doors,resonating through the entire lobby. The mumbling died quickly as she had entered the lobby. With her bodyguards placing themselves in front of the elevator, Eden stood there in all her grace, waiting for Huxley to bark his orders until Ross would get dragged towards her.
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Ross Ledger BOT 10-Nov-22 06:34 AM
As soon as Huxley and Whitlock were seen leaving the viewing balcony, Ross lowered his arms and dropped the swords down to the sandy ground. His hands moved up to the cut wound on his chest and side, wiping his hands at the blood to get it to smear away from the wound properly. He felt his endurance enhancement activate and watched as the muscle fibers in the wound began to glow a slight blue color before beginning to stitch themselves together. He could feel the same healing factor in his leg, and Ross also heard the short, confused sound from the medic that had been applying the aid to his leg. Looking down with a smirk, he shrugged before kneeling down and picking up the swords. He carried them over to the armory and returned them as well as the armor he had strapped to his body. Free of the confining armor and the responsibility associated, he looked to one of the main guards who nodded before gesturing him towards the dining area. Sitting down and smiling with a nod as he received his plate with two slabs of steak on it as a victory reward, he busied himself immediately with eating. He didn’t even ask for a drink, though a cup of wine was brought to him. Grunting his thanks as he continued to hungrily chew on the steak in his mouth, he sighed with satisfaction after washing the bite down with a gulp of wine. It was not nearly enough to make him drunk, but it was a nice improvement over the tasteless water that they were usually given to drink at their meals. Hearing Huxley’s footfalls as he approached the training area, Ross hurriedly finished the steaks as he did not want to have his victory cut short. It had been some time since he had fresh meat, and he did not want to lose out. Looking up when two guards stepped up to his table, he shook his head and pointed at the food, a silent message that he wasn’t done yet. One of the guards shrugged and knocked the plate to the ground, scattering the last half of a steak into the dirt on the ground. .
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Turning his attention to the guard with a fierce glare, Ross downed the rest of the wine before standing up and stepping up to the guard. He stood several inches taller to the guard, but as he got closer, he could hear the electric charge of the second guard’s stun baton activating. He’d be able to get a couple hits in before the stunning electricity hit him and knocked out his enhancements and then him soon after. Snarling up a lip in distaste, Ross turned to the other guard and raised an eyebrow. The guard furrowed his own eyebrows before speaking in a harsh tone, “Remember your place, slave. You might have gotten to have a fight out there, but you are still nothing but a slave. Even if you become a gladiator, still you will be a slave.” The guard smirked as he saw Ross’s brows furrow. The man continued in an angry tone, “Bathe quickly and put on the clothes provided to you. You are being summoned.” Ross nodded slowly before pushing past the guard and walking towards the shower stalls that stood next to the entrance deeper into the villa. Stripping off his loincloth as he glanced through the bars and saw the guests stepping out of the elevator, Ross stopped for a moment before continuing. Showering quickly and washing off blood and grime alike, Ross stepped out moments later and toweled off while staring through the bars at Huxley and Whitlock. Putting on a black loincloth with gold trim, he stepped through the entrance as it opened and approached his owner and possible new owner. Stopping in front of Eden, he placed his hands behind his back and clasped his right hand over his left forearm. Keeping his feet shoulder-width apart, he leveled his gaze over the woman’s head and stared into the distance to show that he was not trying to challenge her authority by meeting her gaze. Huxley’s two guards stood behind him in a slight flanking stance, able to quickly intervene if he made a scene, but also not in the way of seeing him. @MjStriker
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Eden Whitlock BOT 14-Nov-22 01:36 AM
He was around 6'2 as he towered before her, arms behind his back and his gaze directed into the distance. He was clever not to meet her gaze with his blue eyes, indicating that he was well aware of his position and that of her own. She let her eyes wander from his face all the way down to his feet. Since he was only given a loincloth and a pair of sandals to wear, the rest of his well defined body was exposed for everyone and for her to see. His body seemed well balanced, not too slim but still powerful as the results of the fight had proven. "You may leave now Huxley." Eden ordered in a calm tone without sparing Huxley, who stood to her right, a second glance. "But Miss Whitlock I can't just-" he tried to protest but she cut him right off. "Leave us now." She now glared at him from the side, her voice now sharp as a knife, empathizing her last word to make it clear that she wouldn't tolerate any kind of objection.
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She could see how the pearls on Huxleys forehead started to form, indicating that there won't be any further objection. "As you wish Miss Whitlock. I'll be waiting in my office for further discussions regarding the price if you decide on this purchase." he said after a short moment of silence with his fake grin but he was clearly unable to hide the distress in his voice behind his nervous laughter. "We shall see about that." she replied as he hurried his way back to the elevator. As soon as the doors closed behind him, only leaving her with her bodyguards and him in the lobby, she shifted her full attention towards the slave that stood in front of her. She locked her eyes with him although he kept staring into the distance. Confronting him in a less sharp and demanding tone than before she asked him just one simple question. "Why did you hold back during the fight?" @Hiatus Tie
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Ross Ledger BOT 18-Nov-22 05:47 AM
Ross kept his face emotionless, a practice he had mastered on the parade ground of the police academy when he was under inspection by a superior officer. That did not mean that he did not react internally to how Huxley was dismissed by Eden, his chest warming in a short burst of humor as he enjoyed seeing the slaver quivering before someone else for a change. Ross had not willingly become a slave, as one could assume, and he found it quite difficult to transition from a free man with thoughts and intentions to a slave with nothing but obedience. Aspects of it were easy and reminded him of his time in the police force, but there were also those same aspects that could turn on their head when it came to off duty treatment. In the force you were expected to be obedient and follow orders when you were on duty, but in your personal time you could participate in anything you wished, so long as it was legal. As a slave, he had no personal time, and he had no moments where he could let his own intentions drive his interests and actions. This led to some incidents where he would be outspoken over his interests, only to be whipped and quickly reminded by Huxley or his goons that he was not in a position to be making demands. Watching the portly man turn and walk away, Ross allowed his eyes to shift just a little so that he could watch Huxley and his bodyguards disappear. He did not want to leave such a sight to his peripherals, as he could not stop the slight smirk that danced across his lips at seeing the man being ordered around in his own home. He had no doubt that the woman before him was influential and wealthy, but it still humored him nonetheless that Huxley would lose control of himself even in his own home. Straightening his lips back to normal while moving his gaze back over Eden’s head, Ross stood silently as he waited for an order or statement from the woman. .
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Seeing her attention shifting to him fully, Ross did all he knew to do in such a moment and straightened his back further while flexing his muscles subtly. He wanted to present himself as the optimum fighter, so he felt he needed to display that his musculature and physique were dominant over the competition. Keeping his eyes over her own, he lowered his gaze to the top of her forehead so that he could see her face and reactions in his peripheral. If she did not seem to like the way he flexed, he would resort back to the stance of attention rather than showing off. Feeling her eyes boring into his own, Ross relaxed his stance and let his eyes drop for a moment to meet her own gaze. He was used to matching a person’s eyes if they spoke to him, so feeling her gaze on his own, he felt a burning need to meet hers. Hearing her single question, Ross nodded slightly before shifting his gaze back to the top of her forehead. Breathing in slowly, he set his jaw for a moment before relaxing his jaw and answering in a steady tone, “If you are referring to why I didn’t kill my opponent, it was because I was ordered not to. I was instructed to fight to submission or knock out, not to the death. If you mean something else, I will need further elaboration before I can answer further.” @MjStriker
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