After the Geltor had cleaned up what mess was made in Manset's room, he was
told to rest in a small side room of the gem mage's quarters. There, he
rested for not very long unsurprisingly, as the tranquilizers given to him
previously had knocked him unconscious for nearly 4 hours, though he had
not known it.
When Dravidan had finally managed to get to sleep though, he was awakened by a knock at the side room door. He growled, not yet ready for the fight that he was told he would be participating in, but knowing that he had little choice. So, stretching his arms, he stood from the wooden floor that he had been dozing on and opened the door to find Regula Manset with all of his belongings in some sacks by the door, though his ample supply of gems still hung from his waist. "Come", he said to the half giant, "you must fight for your freedom this day." He finished, leading the Geltor from his quarters, and to the cellars that led to the arena.
Upon reaching the wretched area, the mage departed from Dravidan, only telling him to not use his usual tactics in this battle, as they would be practically useless. He wasn't sure what the senile old man was talking about in the first place, but it was best to just let him finish with his rants, rather than conversing with him.
Dravidan was equipped with an odd assortment of items this day; a Trern trident, the weapon commonly used by a water based race on the coast, a common Kolynian buckler, and light chain armor used most often by the smaller races that had gone all but extinct during the temporary alliance of the Humans with the Geltor. So there he was, decked in quite an odd armament indeed. Before he could think much more about his weapons, he was ushered to the gate, to await the beginning of his fight.
Considering his fighting strategy, he came to the conclusion not to let his instincts take control of him as it had the last time, but before that thought could get too far in depth, the clinking of the chains pulling up the gate, brought him back to the present. As soon as the iron was above him, he leapt forward, poised to strike at whatever enemy was to come forth from the gate. To his surprise, the other casually walked into view, a creature about 10 feet tall, dark skin, and easily holding two heavy maces in it's massive hands. A Geltor, he knew at once, though this one was larger than most, and the act of wielding two maces at once with such obvious confidence suggested one thing. This was a mace kensai, no easy foe. They could wield both of their weapons ambi-dexterously through years of training, and with strength rivaled by few. These were the epitome of the true Geltor warrior, and few, if any could defeat them in single combat. This one, though, served as the personal guard of Lord Brevin, a traitor to his own race, Dravidan recalled.
His jumbled thoughts prevented him from concentrating fully on his opponent though, as the kensai leaped forward with both maces ready to crush bone. To his credit, Dravidan managed to bring up his weapon, before it was easily knocked aside by one of the maces, as the other swung for chest. Again, he managed to block the blow, but this time with his buckler, which promptly dented in on his arm, preventing removal of it even. Not that he would, given the chance; it was one of the few things preventing his prompt and immediate death.
As the onlookers watched the fight, they saw the still stunned Geltor trying to recover, as a blow came under and upwards, into his abdomen, and another came across sideways, fragmenting his skull, and killing him instantly. As the kensai prepared to mutilate the corpse further, with yet another powerful swing of his mace, he found his feet leave the ground. "Enough!" Called Regula Manset from the stands, openly clutching at a shard of levitational malachite. "Can you not tell that he is dead?! If you insist on ruining my specimen further, there will be a punishment!" The Geltor looked back to Lord Brevin, who promptly nodded, "Very well. Kanin, drop your weapons, and enter your gate. You shall be rewarded for your performance this night. Manset...do what you will with the corpse." He finished, looking disdainfully at the body of Dravidan, as he left the balcony to go about his own work. Regula nodded to himself, with a sly little smirk on his face, as he brought the smoky quartz from behind his back; the stone of illusion...
When Dravidan had finally managed to get to sleep though, he was awakened by a knock at the side room door. He growled, not yet ready for the fight that he was told he would be participating in, but knowing that he had little choice. So, stretching his arms, he stood from the wooden floor that he had been dozing on and opened the door to find Regula Manset with all of his belongings in some sacks by the door, though his ample supply of gems still hung from his waist. "Come", he said to the half giant, "you must fight for your freedom this day." He finished, leading the Geltor from his quarters, and to the cellars that led to the arena.
Upon reaching the wretched area, the mage departed from Dravidan, only telling him to not use his usual tactics in this battle, as they would be practically useless. He wasn't sure what the senile old man was talking about in the first place, but it was best to just let him finish with his rants, rather than conversing with him.
Dravidan was equipped with an odd assortment of items this day; a Trern trident, the weapon commonly used by a water based race on the coast, a common Kolynian buckler, and light chain armor used most often by the smaller races that had gone all but extinct during the temporary alliance of the Humans with the Geltor. So there he was, decked in quite an odd armament indeed. Before he could think much more about his weapons, he was ushered to the gate, to await the beginning of his fight.
Considering his fighting strategy, he came to the conclusion not to let his instincts take control of him as it had the last time, but before that thought could get too far in depth, the clinking of the chains pulling up the gate, brought him back to the present. As soon as the iron was above him, he leapt forward, poised to strike at whatever enemy was to come forth from the gate. To his surprise, the other casually walked into view, a creature about 10 feet tall, dark skin, and easily holding two heavy maces in it's massive hands. A Geltor, he knew at once, though this one was larger than most, and the act of wielding two maces at once with such obvious confidence suggested one thing. This was a mace kensai, no easy foe. They could wield both of their weapons ambi-dexterously through years of training, and with strength rivaled by few. These were the epitome of the true Geltor warrior, and few, if any could defeat them in single combat. This one, though, served as the personal guard of Lord Brevin, a traitor to his own race, Dravidan recalled.
His jumbled thoughts prevented him from concentrating fully on his opponent though, as the kensai leaped forward with both maces ready to crush bone. To his credit, Dravidan managed to bring up his weapon, before it was easily knocked aside by one of the maces, as the other swung for chest. Again, he managed to block the blow, but this time with his buckler, which promptly dented in on his arm, preventing removal of it even. Not that he would, given the chance; it was one of the few things preventing his prompt and immediate death.
As the onlookers watched the fight, they saw the still stunned Geltor trying to recover, as a blow came under and upwards, into his abdomen, and another came across sideways, fragmenting his skull, and killing him instantly. As the kensai prepared to mutilate the corpse further, with yet another powerful swing of his mace, he found his feet leave the ground. "Enough!" Called Regula Manset from the stands, openly clutching at a shard of levitational malachite. "Can you not tell that he is dead?! If you insist on ruining my specimen further, there will be a punishment!" The Geltor looked back to Lord Brevin, who promptly nodded, "Very well. Kanin, drop your weapons, and enter your gate. You shall be rewarded for your performance this night. Manset...do what you will with the corpse." He finished, looking disdainfully at the body of Dravidan, as he left the balcony to go about his own work. Regula nodded to himself, with a sly little smirk on his face, as he brought the smoky quartz from behind his back; the stone of illusion...