In the room once more, Xander sat and rubbed the sealed slashes on his arms
and gave a glance at those now adorning his chest. No sci-fi or fantasy
he'd read or watched ever prepared him for this situation. Xander had done
his best to defend himself when the man attacked with the stick, and
managed to deflect a few blows but was still cut up badly. Meanwhile he
hadn't even managed to touch the man with his counterattacks, and he had
the impression the guy was holding back.
They'd sparred, at least that's how Xander saw it, for what felt like two hours. Xander's watch had died a quick and shattered death when he tried to deflect a blow and ended up taking it at the wrist. Once the sparring was done, Xander pointed to himself and spoke his own name, in hopes of conveying it to the creature. The 'man' had spoken what sounded like "Shunmy Vorek", then pointed at Xander and said "Xandurr."
Once the introduction was done, Shooey, as Xander decided to call him, led him over to a small creature and squeezed it, receiving a... goo from it for the trouble. Taking the substance, he rubbed it off his hand over one of Xander's cuts and motioned for him to continue. Seeing that the goo was stopping the bleeding, Xander quickly applied it to all his open wounds and thanked Shooey, despite how badly the wounds now burned. Shooey didn't seem to understand. They both retrieved their snakes, Xander only doing so at Shooey's insistence.
Shooey led him out into a field where others of his kind were working, and quickly showed him what to do, before leaving him to tend to the... whatever they were. It wasn't easy work, each one needed to be tended to individually. Bare-chested and in jeans so tattered they had become ratty shorts, Xander toiled in the hot sun for hours.
Finally all the workers were called back in, including Xander who was now ready to drop. Shooey led him back to his room and gave him tubers and some recently deceased meat to eat as well as fresh water. After eating everything down and ignoring some of the taste he looked around for someplace to answer the call of Mother Nature. Seeing something that at least vaguely resembled a chamber pot, he hoped for the best and used it before lying back on the slab he'd woken up on. So tired was he from the day he didn't have the energy to think of an escape. Just a moment to send a prayer out for his friends safety, and he was asleep.
They'd sparred, at least that's how Xander saw it, for what felt like two hours. Xander's watch had died a quick and shattered death when he tried to deflect a blow and ended up taking it at the wrist. Once the sparring was done, Xander pointed to himself and spoke his own name, in hopes of conveying it to the creature. The 'man' had spoken what sounded like "Shunmy Vorek", then pointed at Xander and said "Xandurr."
Once the introduction was done, Shooey, as Xander decided to call him, led him over to a small creature and squeezed it, receiving a... goo from it for the trouble. Taking the substance, he rubbed it off his hand over one of Xander's cuts and motioned for him to continue. Seeing that the goo was stopping the bleeding, Xander quickly applied it to all his open wounds and thanked Shooey, despite how badly the wounds now burned. Shooey didn't seem to understand. They both retrieved their snakes, Xander only doing so at Shooey's insistence.
Shooey led him out into a field where others of his kind were working, and quickly showed him what to do, before leaving him to tend to the... whatever they were. It wasn't easy work, each one needed to be tended to individually. Bare-chested and in jeans so tattered they had become ratty shorts, Xander toiled in the hot sun for hours.
Finally all the workers were called back in, including Xander who was now ready to drop. Shooey led him back to his room and gave him tubers and some recently deceased meat to eat as well as fresh water. After eating everything down and ignoring some of the taste he looked around for someplace to answer the call of Mother Nature. Seeing something that at least vaguely resembled a chamber pot, he hoped for the best and used it before lying back on the slab he'd woken up on. So tired was he from the day he didn't have the energy to think of an escape. Just a moment to send a prayer out for his friends safety, and he was asleep.