As The black doors began to slowly creek open a blinding light slowly began to flood the hall that Corva and Gorock were standing in and it took a moment for Corva's eyes to adjust to it before seeing the arena. The white sand that coated the floor was stained in deep crimsons and other colors of blood from the beings that were slain on these grounds and the walls that encompassed the arena were to high for even Gorock to scale and made of black stone. And coated in spikes of all manner of different sizes and some even had the bodies of unfortunate slaves impaled upon them and some were still alive and squirming upon there impalement. As Corva looked up further he would see the stands just filled to bursting with dark eldar but somehow out of the thousands there Corva found his eyes upon Doane almost immediately.
"See little Doane, miss Archon. I have a question for you." Jansar whispered to Doane gaining the attention of the young Dark eldar. "I see your slave in my arena but I notice something. Were are his scars, his marks of pain? He has been your slave for four years now and for humans that is a long time but he shows no sign of starvation or torture of any kind though I hear that he was your selected plaything. I may be extreme but my little slaves like him hardly last a month so it makes me wonder how he has stood up so well but..." She said with a sadistic smile. "By the look in his eyes I think I know, have you been caring for him? Have you been giving him the combat stims of our people?" Jansar spoke more as if she already knew the answer and less of a question in its own.
"I...I..." Doane stuttered out at the question before Jansar raised her hand silencing the Archon before looking back to the Arena. "How could you tell?" Doane asked as she too looked to the arena to see Corva looking right at her. She expected him to be glaring at her or to show signs of hostility towards his captor but the look on his face caused a shiver to run up her spine. A look of a longing for his master and a look of sadistic glee. The stims were doing there work and it made Corva's body more capable then the average human. Capable of healing almost any non fatal wounds and making him stronger, faster and more instinctive then her ever was before. The stims only started to kick in as the adrenaline from the thought of battle flooded his body and now Corva just seemed to be a different person all together. Doane didn't understand it but she felt her cheeks go warm as a soft red filled her cheeks.
Corva could tear his eyes from his master as they met with her own and he couldn't understand what he was feeling at this moment. "Why?" He thought as the Arena exploded with cheers as Gorock bellowed out another roar and flexed his massive body as his sweat trickled down his green mounds of flesh and it glistened in the bright lights of the arena. "Why do I feel... I" He muttered to himself before reluctantly tearing his eyes away from Doane's. He had more important things to focus on this day as Jansar raised her hand and silenced the crowd.
"Well well my little children we are gathered once again to watch the screams and horror of my arena." Jansar's voice boomed through the arena as she stood up out of her throne and looked across its occupants. "Gorock..." She said as her eyes fell upon the massive ork. "If you can please stay out of this for now, I wish to see the skill of your latest littl..." Before she could finish Gorock exploded into bellowing laughter that seemed to shake the arena itself.
"You what!" He screamed out at Jansar. "Yee pointy eared freak who 'finks she can tell Gorock what ta do?!" The ork laughed again before stomping his massive feet into the sand and pointing up at Jansar. "If you 'fink that I 'ould just sit out and watch all cause yee said so then sod off!" He was still smiling as he told Jansar off but instead of being annoyed by the ork she just smiled.
"Well then are you saying your knew boy isnt good enough? Are you telling me that your not strong enough to have strong boyz under your command?" She said happily as the banter between Jansar and Gorock in the arena was known of as she knew exactly what to say to get the ork to do as she wished. "I guess If your admitting that then fine then, join the fight you little grot!" She yelled back at him before whispering to Doane. "I swear if that ork had genitals he would be my personal little slave boy."
She chuckled as Doane just seemed to have her eyes fixed on Corva.
"You what!?" Gorock screamed back. "You doubtin me!?" He screamed out again before smacking Corva on the back and then looking to him. "Oye' yee 'upid Grot!" He had an odd smile on his face now as he started ordering Corva around. "Yee gonna fight and yee gonna win! There 'aint no other option as we Orks always win. Either ya kill them or they kill yee but in the end grot as long as ya get a good fight then ya still win!" He bellowed into Corva's face as he continually spat upon him with his words. "Now get your lazy arse in there and show that pointy eared little twiggy grot whose the got the best lads around!" He screamed as he pushed Corva towards the center of the Arena.
Corva stumbled as he was pushed but he quickly caught his balance as he looked up in awe as the Arena seemed to be much larger from the center and from here he could see the walls lined with simple weapons that were crusted in blood and other fluids. The wall looked almost as if it was a solid wall coated in spikes and weapons save for a few open parts that were obviously doors for more competitors to come through. HE looked up to see Jansar this time before looking back to Doane as his body felt as if it needed to explode out and he couldn't understand it but the weapons and blood caused Corva's mind to go white and he wanted to see more of battle. He didn't understand it but this was the most alive he had felt in his whole life.
"Well then how shall we do this?" Jansar asked the crowd who exploded with cheers. "Send in the young initiates then." She said happily as one of the doors in the side of the arena slowly opened up revealing a young dark Eldar Wych. She was dressed in just a loincloth leaving the rest of her flesh out to be seen by all without shame. Her skin was almost pure white and it was broken by red tattoos that covered her body from head to toe. She had long black hair done in a pony tail that was crusted in the blood of others and she had a sleek sword in her right hand. She entered the arena and her moment seemed to be weightless and as graceful as Doane moved the first time he met her and Corva was prepared for a fight. "Well then my little child..." Jansar spoke aloud causing the arena to silence once again. "Kill this monkey here and then I will allow you to be my personal guardian, I think that should give you more incentive to live and you wont even have to fight the beast like your sisters that failed before you."
The young Dark Eldar's face lit up with a smile at the words of Jansar as the crowd let out gasps of surprise and Corva knew that he was not the favorite. Corva looked to the wall and slowly walked to it keeping an eye on his opponent as he made his way to acquire a weapon for use. HE looked over the wall and the majority of the weapons on it were old and had seen better days but he looked around until her found a pair of daggers. He took them both into his hands and then walked over to be directly across from the wych. "Well then my children... Let the fight begin!" Jansar bellowed out and the crowd cheered out again.
