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Chapter 5 A Challenge
This is bad; the thought runs through her mind. She strikes out with her foot almost on impulse, it was a feeble attempt to separate them. But all she hits is air and with her amazement at that fact she gave him an opening. As the next thing she knows is his strong fingers wrapping around her ankle. Oh this is really bad; the thought echoed louder.
She felt herself become weightless, thrown through the air like a stick for a dog by its master. With no way of softening the blow, she skips like a blunt stone across the surface of the arena dirt. After a couple of good bounces she manages to roll to a stop clear across the stadium floor.
It is a moment or two till she‘s able to move, it takes everything in her to ignore all the aches and pains as she slowly lifts herself up.
“Why so quiet,” Silex asked proudly, strolling back to the center of the arena. “Cat got your tongue.”
“Cute,” she replies, spitting a small mixture of sand and blood. “
Chapter 6 Wounded Pride
The infirmary’s hallway was crowded with personnel, people in white smocks and stern faces passed by her in a quick pace.
Siamera’s positive she’s in the right place but finding the right room is quickly becoming a task.
This might turn out to be more trouble than it’s worth, she thought turning the corner.
Her outlook turns even dimmer when she is met with another long hall, with equally as many rooms. letting out a quick, “Tch!”
She began hastily peering in each doorway, while trying her best to dodge the many nurses as they work they’re arounds. They would give her looks as they scurried along, making her feel even more in the way..
Finally around the fifth room she fines two large, very hairy feet dangling off the edge of a hospital bed. “This has to be the one,” Siamera murmured, looking in further.
Pausing in the doorway, Siamera is surprised at the site in front of her. Unable to resist, she lets out a small snicker.
Chapter 4 A Confident Look
"An arrogant one you are," he said between long, labored breaths.
"You're mistaking confidence for arrogance," Siamera replied, "a rather common mistake."
Slowly raising his sword, he points it at her. "Let's see how confident you'll be after I cut off a limb or two."
"If you're feeling froggy ." She smiles. "Then jump," motioning with her hands for him to charge her.
He laughs as he draws his sword back and runs straight for her again. She braces herself for his attack but inches before reaching her, he propels himself in the air. Lifting his giant sword up over his head as his large form blocks out the sun, then plummets down over her. Siamera rolles out of the way right before the sword buries itself in the arena ground.
"Didn't think he'd take me literally," she quietly, muttered to herself.
Pulling his sword from the dirt, "for someone so confident you runaway a awful lot."
"As opposed to getting my head cut off, yeah I guess I kind a do," Siamera replied, picking herself up
Chapter 3 Face to Face
The light stung her eyes, a few seconds pass before everything regained its color. The dirt arena, the high granite walls, the thousands of spectators staring down on her all came within focus.
As well as the large figure standing in the center of the ring. The closer she got the more she realized, Monrey was right he's big....and hairy.
He had to be every bit of eight feet tall and nearly as wide.
"No big deal," she muttered to herself. "I've fought bigger." This attempt to comfort herself didn't work though. The confidence she proudly displayed just a few minutes ago had taken a serious blow...but hadn't vanished entirely.
She stopped and looked up at this massive beast of a man who towers over her five foot seven frame.
"You to be my next victim," he asked through a heavy accent of some kind.
"Let's wait until the match is over then decide who's the victim," she responded in her best nonchalant manner.
A roar of laughter erupted from this mountain of hair standing before her. "You'r
Chapter 2 Tense but Ready
The high afternoon sun washed out the stadium grounds in a bright, blinding light. It bled its way into the darkened hall were Siamera stood. She listens to the murmur of the announcer and the occasional roar of the crowd.
Another year, another chance to fight the best in the lands. She wouldn't admit it, but her body is tense with a sort of nervous anticipation. She concentrated on the large, arched doorway that open to the dirt arena. Her mind alive with all the possibilities of what await her the moment she steps into the ring.
"Is it my imagination," a familiar voice called her back to the present. " Or do you look rather nervous? "
Her attention is pulled from the doorway to the hall behind her. Where a petite, orange haired monkey sits perched on a railing.
"How the hell did you get back here," Siamera asked?
"Well," said Monrey, with a large cheeky grin. "I have a talent for being places I ain't supposed to be."
"What do you want?" Siamera asked darkly, an unimpressed scowl form
chapter 1 Determined to Win
The door swung open to a dimly lit, partially crowded parlor. Monrey surveyed over the random groups of patrons heavy in conversation. The look on her face lightened when she caught sight of the dark corner of the room. There, sitting in a booth was the person she had spent the last hour looking for.
With a grin, she began crossing the room in a determined stride. She weaved her way in between tables filled with large, ominous looking creatures.
They would pause with quick glances over shoulders, and from tops of mugs filled with ale. Before quickly returning to their conversation.
Either not noticing or pretending not to notice she boldly cut a path to the small figure in the far booth.
Coming to a stop at the edge of the table she hesitated. There before her were several stack of dishes at least five high. Most picked clean others with small scraps of food sticking out from between them.
In the seat sat a young, dark-haired cat.
She was slumped in her seat with her long legs outstret
Slithicus shipping drabble--FleshThe hovercraft buckled slightly under the sudden weight as the monkian leapt onto its platform, the sudden bounce rattling the machine. Addicus's long tongue flicked out and started to lap up the blood on his huge fists, savoring the gory display he'd finished with moments before, ripping apart the feathered nuisances that had dared to threaten him with punishment by death. The lizards shied away on instinct, swallowing in fear and doing their best to avoid eye contact with the warm-blooded barbarian. All but one.
Slithe watched in rapt fascination, unable to take his amber eyes off the bloody sight. He wasn't sure yet how the other new general, Kaynar, would be, but he doubted if he would ever find another warrior so...sanguinary. A shudder rippled his scales. He tried to look away, somewhat mortified that he was enjoying the sight, but found he could do nothing beyond glancing away for a brief instant, then looking once more.
A moment later, Addicus glanced over his shoulder, t
Oneshot: Sons Of WarThe rain always fell heavy in Gotham City, but on this day, it fell heavier and harder than it had in years. It hammered and drummed on the surface of so many black umbrellas, gathered in a cluster around the mohagony casket in solemn mourning.
The coffin was small, too small for an adult, and this added to the deep sense of loss that lodged itself within the hearts of those present. Almost everyone had stepped forward already to pay their respects, then resumed position, heads bowed and hands folded. A few faces were cast down, rivers of tears running silent down their cheeks, while others were raised, dry but cold, pain shining brightly in their eyes.
"Alright, if there are no further--"
Then one figure stepped forward from among the gathered, leaving the relative dry sanctuary of the umbrellas and reaching out, pain and conflicting emotions playing across his face. Those surrounding the coffin stepped back, startled, and watched as Tim Drake's mouth twiste
War and Wings: Chapter 14--Partner
That was the name given to the lowest and largest level of the Iacon Clinic and Triage Facility.
To many, it was a name that underscored the sometimes servile nature of the caste system, a relegation of untold numbers to spark-numbing tasks of banal importance. A consideration shared by those of the higher castes, of course.
To others, it was a symbol of punishment for sins against the established order or of transgressions for acting above and beyond one's station.
But, despite the surrounding stigma, the actual structure of "the basement" was far from foreboding.
At least as far as Ratchet's sensibilities were concerned.
From the second level catwalks, the room was a sea of massive, golden cylinders, each about two toranometers tall, by one-fifth that distance wide, and each spaced about a quarter of a toranometer apart. The cylinders were arranged in a geometrical pattern in the likeness of a senifex, a strand of CNA that had been separ
Small ties that bind chp 4Small ties that bind
Chapter four The final discussion
Flora, entered the counsel chamber to speak to Jar'nak, enough was enough, Meanwhile Nencha couldn't take it anymore, now she felt her own family turned against her, even her own mother, she felt betrayed by. She marched down the corridor, and interrupted the meeting, with Flora, and Jar'nak. She entered with a hiss at Flora, who hissed right back.
" Enough!" Jar'nak roared at them, they ceased in their hissing fit once more.
They still glared at each other. " Why do you allow this dishonorable traitor to enter in your palace
Jar'nak." Flora asked in disgust.
Nencha growled at her, she wanted to put her in her place, once and for all. " I have great news for you dear aunt. I will be leaving your father's clan, for good and trust me, you won't see me again." Nencha announced to Flora with a growl.
Flora smirked in triumph. " Oh, well that is a relief, I'am thrilled to hear this... Trust me, you won't be missed. Once you leave
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