The night had been filled with terrible nightmares. they ranged from the fight he had the other day, to the death of his mother and father, which ultimately led to him being taken away. All pieces of his past threatened to destroy the very soul of this man, when he awoke to someone in his room. He shot up, and stared at the guard who brought him fresh clothes."Morning, Bleeder, Rise and shine. Got a big day of getting sliced open for the pleasure of others..." The guard said with a smirk as teraida looked down to the bed and held his head lightly. He felt dizzy from the trials he was forced to jump through around here. As the guard was leaving, teraida felt himself wanting to spring out of bed and snap his neck."By the Way, Take your bath, eat something and get ready for a doozy." He said with a laugh, stepping out of his room and locking the door.<br/><br/>His eyes would search around the room, seeing the cloths laying there for him. Without much more thought, he slipped his way out of the covers and nearly fell to the ground. His legs were locked in entropy from the lack of moving they did throughout the night. He took a few steps, trying his best to force them into working, just enough to get him to the bath that was drawn the night before. He got himself into the water and seeped into the water, being lost in both weakness and relaxing. The water was surprisingly warm after a few seconds. He got himself clean, his muscles finally listening to him and carrying him out of the tub, clean. he stepped over to the table, grabbing up a new pare of slave garb, once again, they neglected to give him a shirt. He shook his head some and slipped on the burlap pants and grabbed some of the food, eating it quietly.<br/><br/>While he ate, his thoughts slipped from him to the fight. He watched as the dagger got tangled around them, such a weird circumstance. Then remembered looking into her eyes, seeing little to no true aggression. Though every time she looked at a guard, the true flame showed in her orbs. She was like him. Fighting to live, so that she can escape. He took another bite from the haunch of meat, smiling lightly for is wasn't half bad in regards taste. His thoughts pushed on to how he would make his escape. Which he truly did wish for escape, he just couldn't bring himself to cause more injury to himself, especially while his recent injuries were still so fresh. What some would call cowardice, he would call strategy. After his meal was had, he stood to his feet and headed over to the mirror. Not paying attention to the fact that his legs were in near perfect shape.<br/><br/>Teraida looked himself over in the mirror, seeing the countless bruises, including the slight discoloration on his nose from it being broken. Every wound was fading, it seemed right before his eyes. That was some liquid vomit he drank last night. He slowly jumped into the air several times, feeling his legs have power once more. Today was going to be very different. He slowly headed to the bed and say down, waiting patiently for the guards to come get him. What he heard next, he could only chalk it up to his Lovely roommate. He guessed she still hadn't got it through her head. He shook his head some as the guards opened his door three walking in with chains."Come on, bleeder, You and that Fiery bitch are next."<br/><br/>Teraida didn't fight them, but didn't help them either, just sat there calmly and let them put their restraints on them. He was really just biding his time until they were stupid enough to take him in without restraining him. If he complied enough, it was a possibility that he was shooting for. His mood seemed to steel to a silent murderer as they stood him next to fay. He didn't make any eye contact, but listened to her words of his nose job, him shrugging it off like she didn't give him a half-assed compliment. He wasn't being rude, just disrespectful, after all. She did it to him. He started walking when they lead them to the arena, The crowds growing louder with each passing step. The sounds of the crowd soured as the doors were swung open, revealing the wondrous blood work arena. Roark was laughing and watching as they were both sat in the middle of the arena, the guards working on their shackle.<br/><br/>"LADIES AND GENTLEMAN. We have a wonderful Battle Of history today folks. I give you the Bleeder and Fresh meat, For your eyes and ears today. The history is this. There was a battle, Years ago called Two stains on the kings throne. You all remember this one right?!?!?" The crowd screamed as teraida and fay were unchained from that first line. "Well, Someone was rearing to go a little early this morning. And Guess what... This little Slut, has become that stain!!!" The crowd laughed and looked down to fay, teraida looking as the crowd reacted to the words of roark."NOW, What should her punishment be?! Huh?!." Teraida stood up straight, knowing they weren't talking about him. This was a welcomed change. Just as he was about to step aside, He felt heavy iron being locked around his wrist, along with fay."You guessed it. The battle must go on, And We have your two champions, the Bleeder, and Fresh meet Fay In a Grudge match!?!?!!?" Teraida looked down to the chain, then to fay, trying to pull his wrist from the incredibly long, At least 7ft. long chain between them.<br/><br/>"NOW, Usually this battle is 2 vs the king and 3 of his men, Pretty scarey right?! But today. I have a surprise. A reward for being strong and smart enough to kill an elite guard of mine!?!" He said with a smirk, looking down at fay. As he raised his hand, from either side of them, door opened to reveal 5 from each door, each with a different weapon, and all with the same look on their face. Happiness and rage combined to create blood lust. Teraida looked around, a little worried now as he counted them out, only for roark to laugh."I'm not unfair, Believe that." He said as he pulled a sword from one of his guard and threw it straight in between teraida and fay."Show us what you can do, Fresh meat, Fay. Show us that fire you have." Teraida looked to the guards and grabbed up the chain in his hands, getting it ready to start parrying and such. He knew that there was going to be alot of it. With one sword, he needed to wait till someone died to get one. He still said nothing, but looked to fay, his eyes searching her face for the determination he saw yesterday. It wasn't going to be a very good fight if she gave up now.<br/><br/>"LET THE BATTLE, BEGIN!!!!* He screamed, the crowds kicking  into an uproar as the battle begun.