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"Get your ass up there Volcan and hit that elf hard enough that the emperor feels it! An, I don't want to clean up your dead body out of their either so don't die!"
I jogged up the spiraling stairs to the arena and stood in front of the gates. I could hear the crowd chanting, VALLL CAN VALLL CAN! I drew my sword and took the shield from my back. Both of these were nothing special; just a simple steel sword and wooden shield. The gates swung open and I walked out keeping my eyes on the charging High Elf. The Elf slowed down to a jog and stopped sending a flaming ball at me. I ducked and rolled to the left and knew this would be easy. He sent another one and I thrust out my shield at it. The fire ball exploded on touch with the shield and I turned my back to protect my body. I ran through the explosion as it cleared and sent a fire spell at the high elf. Before it reached him he cast a spell on himself and I could only guess that it had to be reflect spell, and I was right. A sudden burn took place deep inside me and I dropped to my knees, but quickly shook it off and charged the elf.
He ran backwards to try and buy some time for a spell but I cast a spell at him. It used up most of my willpower and was a quit difficult spell. He froze and dropped and before he could stand I hurled my sword into the back of his head and he flopped back down. I retrieved my sword and walked back to the stairs were I was congratulated by some other Arena Gladiators and fighters. I walked to Joss, the arena manager. He was a heavy nord with a rather large belly and he looked as though he could eat a boar whole. He nodded curtly to me and dismissed me to the side. I walked to the food booth were I was handed a wood bowl filled with mysterious goop with rock hard bread soaked in it. I walked to my cot, dumped the porridge stuff and rested while munching on the bread.
A day later
"Come'n you bunch get your asses up those stairs and give the people of Skyrim what they want!" roared Joss. The group including me climbed the stairs in two lines. This was a group battle, unlike last time where it was a one-on-one fight. The announcer's voice rang out.
"Goooooooood Morning People of Skyrim!" Cheers from drunken nords wrung out and the announcer came on again. "Let's hope for some blood to be shed from these pit dog slaves and OPEN THE GATES!"
The gates swung open and the assembled group scattered around as chariots and ogres emptied out from the other gate. I yelled and screamed for our team to stick together but only a few did. I saw an imperial, one of my good friends cower under an ogre as it sauntered over to him. A Chariot pulled by boars wheeled by the group. I flung myself on and pushed the rider off. I took a spear of the chariot and launched it the ogre. It hit him in the face and he roared and fell over. I jumped of the cart and ran over to the imperial named Pask and dragged him to the group. The remaining chariots circled around us with their riders throwing spears among the group. One buried itself in khajiit named Lizt. I drew it from his dead body and readied myself into a throwing position. We were losing men fast as one of the ogres had charged into close quarters of our men. I launched the spear and it pierced the ogre's stomach and was knocked back. Another man saw the advantage and jumped on the ogre with his sword and stabbed it a few times. I yelled at them to regroup and we formed a tight circle facing outward.
There were 2 more ogres and 3 chariots left. One of the chariots took out a bow and shot down a Dark elf. For each man lost the circle of men would close in tighter. There was a spear laying a few feet away from the group. I reached out and closed my hand around it just as an ogre had stepped toward it. I swung it up and it cut the ogre in the stomach only injuring him and making him angrier. He hammered his fist down at me and I rolled back into the group making my way to the back where I stood up and launched it at the ogre. It sunk into his forehead and he fell to the ground. As one of our men stabbed the ogre, an arrow came whistling into the back of my shoulder. It did not go deep for it hit my shoulder blade.
I reached back and yanked it out groaning from the pain. I looked up to see another arrow knocked in the archers bow. He drew it back and took careful aim. It went whistling toward Pask. I lunged at him and the arrow missed. I took out a dagger and pitched it at the archer and he fell as it hit him square in the middle of his eyes. With no rider the boar veered towards our group. I made my way to the front of the group and hurled myself on the chariot. I took the rains and drove it hard into another chariot. I jumped off and finished the groaning rider who had fallen from the crash. I then ran back to the group where another ogre was attacking. I hurled my sword into his back, and before he could turn I leapt onto him and squeezed my hands around his enormous neck stopping his air circulation. The ogre went into a rage flailing his arms trying to get a hold at me but he soon stopped, staggered and dropped. I drew my sword from his body and jabbed him the in the heart. Now there was only 1 ogre and 1 chariot.
The chariot was circling around thrusting spears into our group. By now we had put our shields above our head for protection from the arrows and spears. The ogre was charging us with 2 spears in each hand. I yelled a command for the group to separate and as the ogre charged in and swung, all he hit was air, and in a brief second the whole group was upon him, stabbing and piercing his body. I grabbed the spears the ogre was carrying and gave one to Pask. We both got into a throwing position and simultaneously we threw the spears. I aimed at the rider and Pask hit the boar, and that was it. I looked into the crowd and saw some confused faces and some laughing ones. I signaled for everyone to get back down to the arena quarters.
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