Colm was woken up with a bucket of water thrown over him. 'Wake up, your first match is going to start' the guard holding the bucket said. Still drowsy Colm regarded his surroundings. A simple cell with no natural light, chains holding his hands up against the wall. Nothing of comfort was given to him, this for the past weeks.
As the guards came and unlocked his chains, they dragged him out the cell and into a hallway. 'Don't worry, the warden has put you in an "all for themselves" group match. Nothing above your level, you can make it out of here alive.' said one of the guards. 'Are you slow? Thirteen prisoners will fight and only one can win. The odds are against him!' the other answered for Colm. 'twelve starved, low leveled and panicked prisoners to fight. This kid still has some youth that can pull him though, my bet is on him.'
As the guards kept bickering over Colm's survival he slowly saw the light at the end of the hallway. The hallway ended abruptly to another cell, on both sides of the cell there was a door. One leading back to the hallway he was in and the other to the arena. there he saw the other prisoners who he matched with for this exhibition.
*Prisoner level 2*
*Prisoner level 4*
*Prisoner level 3*
*Prisoner level 2*
*Prisoner level 1*
*Prisoner level 1*
*Prisoner level 3*
*Prisoner level 2*
*Prisoner level 4*
*Prisoner level 4*
*Prisoner level 3*
*Prisoner level 3*
A quick glance was enough for Colm to see his fellow inmates. True to the words of the guards, he is scheduled to fight the lowest of the low. Men who have never fought before or only barely. I might survive this fight after all he thought while checking his own status
Title: Prisoner
Level: 3
Name: Colm
Age: 17
Attributes
Physical score: E
Strength: F
Agility: E
Endurance: D
Mental Score: NaN
Quality: NaN
Quantity: NaN
Regeneration: NaN
Social score: F
Charisma: F
Grace: F
Vocal: F
A short list for someone his age. Colm never had the time or recourses to increase his attributes or learn skills. abandoned from a young age and surviving alone he had to spend all his time to find food. Stealing, scamming and begging was all he knew how to do. A year ago he met the Bloodaxe bandit group and joined them. Still young all he needed to do was to stand in the group and look intimidating. How a scrawny 16-year-old could look intimidating was beyond Colm. but he was happy to finally having a place he could call home. The gang did teach him in fighting, with an axe since that was their M.O. but Colm never killed someone with it before. A fact that saved him from the executioner when the gang was routed by the guard. In one night the whole Bloodaxe group exterminated. Colm was saved from this fate thanks to him being new and never killed a man. He was sentenced to losing an arm for the stealing. But after a big panic attack and begging, the sentence was changed to become an arena fighter.
While thinking about his life the guards threw him into the cell. Making all the prisoners glance at him and most likely also inspecting him back. Colm scratched his freshly shaven head and walked to a corner waiting for the match. All prisoners had their head shaven bald, including eyebrows. this to not make anyone stand out for the audience. They all were also almost completely naked with only a loincloth protecting their dignity. If you want to stand out in this prison you had to fight, and do it in such a way that the crowd will want to see more of you.
After a few hours Colm started hearing the footsteps and murmur of the entering crowd, it won't be long now before the match starts. Colm looked around him and his opponents were looking more and more tense as the sounds became more loud. He closed his eyes and waited until the moment starts.
'Alright lads! are you ready for a show?!' The announcer yelled, and the crowd started to cheer. 'Now I know you all came here to see our bloodthirsty champion defend his title against the contender who is crazy enough to go in the ring with him! But first we will need to do some spring killing! we start today with a warmup of a free for all against our newest competitors in this arena'
As he said that the more impatient ones in the crowd booed while the ones happy for an extra show cheered louder. 'Give a typical arena welcome to our fresh meats to this here butchery!'
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As he said that the gate opened on both sides. guards wielding spears came into the cell from the hallway and forced everyone into the arena, if not they could be stabbed in the cell's darkness.
Colm, one not a fan of being stabbed, jogged to the other end and into the light of the arena.
The arena had a simple look. a rectangular area of around 8 x 5 meters. The sand was a special kind that is almost blindingly white. above it were the stands for the crowd. Small benches stacked five times high filled three quarters of the arena. Mostly the crowd was standing on it while screaming. 1 quarter was for the announcer and any rich enough person who wants to watch isolated, for this match it was empty.
as it amazed Colm at the gathering of people in this small space, he estimated around 100 people, the other prisoners filled the arena. Looking around suddenly he noticed an important fact There are no weapons! Do they want us to beat each other to death with our fist? 'Now that everyone is here! lets get this slaughter starting! GUARDS!' the announcer yelled.
A blade dropped from the stands fell just before Colm in the sand. Looking around he saw the guards dropping a few weapons in the arena to use. When the other prisoners noticed, all hell broke loose.
A pile up started when everyone jumped for the weapons, kicking, scratching, biting. Everything was permitted to get the edge of having a weapon. Not to be undone Colm jumped in the fray and got a haymaker to his jaw as a reward. Getting angry he started blindly punching left and right. Suddenly a shimmer in his eye asked his attention, that's when he noticed a dagger buried under the sand that no one is seeing. Disassembling from the pile up he crawled to the knife, a simple dagger with a bit of rust covering it. perfect!
standing up he took a few seconds to look at the situation.
Three other prisoners were able to get a weapon for themselves, a sword, spear and mace. Four other prisoners were still fighting for the last weapon, another dagger. Three unarmed prisoners ganged on the one with the mace to take it from him. The first got a mace to the head before the other two tackled him, creating another human pile. The last one is looking at Colm and slowly walked to him.
*Prisoner level 4*
Colm pondered for another second if he can kill this man, both able mentally as physically and quickly thinking yes, made his move. Jumping towards him knife first aiming for his throat. the prisoner could block it with his arm, giving him a nasty gash. the prisoner wincing from the pain gave Colm enough opportunity to finish the fight and stabbed forwards towards his throat. blood splattered his face as the dagger hit an artery.
As the man fell the crowd cheered, the announcer gave a short description and joke about what happened. both in his fight as the others.
*you killed prisoner level 4 experience points received*
*first human slain bonus experience received
next bonus experience after 10 humans slain*
Ignoring the windows that popped up Colm looked around, seven more prisoners were standing excluding himself. halfway there..
the swordsman faced the prisoner who successfully stole, and beaten the other prisoner, mace. The spearman was slowing to the unarmed prisoners and the prisoner who won the scuffle for the dagger was looking at him. Eyes met and the impromptu dual was set. Both prisoners of level 3, both with a dagger, both desperate.
Staring at the dagger of his opponent, Colm closed the distance in a sprint. The man reacted and lunged forward hoping to end it in one hit. Colm, seeing this coming, stabbed the man's knife hand making him drop his weapon. A kick to the stomache and Colm created some breathing room for himself. Picking up the dagger he ran towards the man and stabbed both in his chest. A gurgle was all he heard before Colm stabbed again and again until he was pulled off. Another prisoner pulled him off and stomped his foot on Colm's face. dazed Colm tried to crawl away which netted him another foot to the skull. In a fit of rage Colm turned on his back and jumped up. slashing blindly and hitting a few soft spots, when he felt he hit something he again jumped and stabbed the daggers into his assailant.
*you killed prisoner level 3 experience points received*
*you killed prisoner level 2 experience points received*
'And here you have it folks! The final three! the thief with the mace, the deranged swordsman and the rabid dog with the knives! All bets are open, who will be the last one standing?' the announcer yelled. Following by the crowd loudly betting on who would survive.
Colm looked up and saw the forgotten spear broken on the ground, with a body beside it with his head caved in. /well that explains what happened/ Colm thought.
The mace thief and swordsman were still in battle and looked closely even, around their area of choice were the bodies of the others. Killed in between their dual like they were nothing but an annoyance. Colm regarded his options, the adrenaline in his body told him to jump in and start slashing but his more rational side said to catch a breath and let them tire each other out.
The mace thief looked to be on the winning side with hard smashes that made the swordsman lose ground. heavy hits against the sword, aimed at his body and big arc's that oppressed the mobility.
While the swordsman was losing ground he tore flesh and skin while backing off. Showing a familiarity with the weapon speaking of a fighters history.
As the mace thief winded up for a heavy overhand strike the swordsman suddenly stepped forward and stabbed him though his stomache, which got a big cheer from the crowd. The prisoner with the mace stuck on the blade fell to his knees. The swordsman pulled the blade out and turned around, and then there was blindness. Colm had made a bet on the swordsman to win and stayed behind him, as the swordsman turned around he plunged both daggers into his eyes, winning the match.
The swordsman cried out and fell down, Colm put both blades in the air for the crowd as they booed him for his bad sportsmanship and lazy kill.
he smiled I survived