The sounds of the crowds pouring in, Screams and cries of gladiators trying to recover from their fights. It was a sad time for most men who got forced into such a life. The smell alone was enough to make even the hardiest warrior go weak in the knee's from disgust. Laying beaten, bruised and bleeding was a young looking man, no older than early 20's. He stirred painfully in his cell as the sounds of chains sent shivers down his spine. They were copming to torture and kill him. He just knew. He slowly made his way to the back of his cell, trying to find the darkest place for a sneak attack. His legs slowly buckled under him, one of them was surely broken from the brutal beating he had received on his way in.<br/><br/>He remembered sitting in his home, getting ready to go to sleep after a long day of running from guards, and stealing bread so he could eat. He must have stolen from the wrong person because that same night he was attacked by the king's Guards. Just as he laid his head to sleep, He remembered feeling a foot crashing down on his wrist, dislocating it. The fruits of this beating yielded a dislocated wrist, three cracked rips, Three finger nails bleeding for the nails being ripped off, and his legs were shit at best. Yet still he stood, bleeding from his busted lips, and broken nose. He watched as light from the torch shone into his cage, Him shutting his eyes as he heard the laughter from the guard who held the keys."And look at this pathetic little weakling... Cowardice at it's best right boys?"<br/><br/>The Guard to his right laughed out,"Yea, Good one Boss... I don't think he is ready for a fight today. And from what I hear, The Whore that Jenkus and Torin picked up the other day is actually a pretty tough cookie." Teraida listened to the names, not speaking a word as he waited for them to open his cell, eyes locked on the man with the torch who looked to the guard who spoke." Yea yea, But they are losing out on money tonight. Aren't they, Newbie." The guard looked at teraida with a smirk, unlocking the cage and pulling his sword. Teraida stood strong, his legs shaking as the man made his way toward him.<br/><br/>"Now listen here, Fuck stick. You Lose today, You better hope that the king wants you dead...Cause if he doesn't, You will be praying for death by the end of tonight..." He said angrily, placing his rapier to Teraida's throat. His bright yellow eye's didn't even flinch to the sudden cold of the steel as he waited. The guard spoke out once more."I could kill you right now, you stupid little worm.... Spill your blood all over, and no one would ever miss you. You worthless piece of flesh..." He said softly as he turned away from him. Teraida stood still as he suddenly turned and hit him in the jaw as hard as he could with the finger guard, A load snap rang out from the cell, but still not a sound from the caged animal. He fell to his knees, the other guards coming in and throwing chains around his hands, feet and throat."Get this Defiant little shit out of my sight. If he does lose and live, Burn out his eyes..."<br/><br/>Teraida looked up to him, shooting him a glare. If looks could kill, this guard would be left in misery, forced to live forever in the afterlife as a torso. He relished this thought as the guards pulled him out of the cage, him moving with little resistance. His mind was flooded with pain at the forceful movement of his legs, him buckling under his own weight for a second. His mind began to focus on one thought. The Second I am let out of these chains, I need to fix my jaw. He held onto that thought as they pulled him onto the platform, pulling off the chains. "The next match will feature Teraida, The bleeder!"<br/><br/>The crowds sang in waves, he could tell they thirsted for action and blood. As he began to lift into the arena, He moved his hand to his jaw and reset it, him falling to his knee's again, almost losing consciousness from the ordeal. As he heard the announcer speak out Fresh meat, He looked across the arena, seeing a girl in on the other platform. So this was his opponent. He looked to her, trying to stand up straight as the fight commenced. He had to win, Not for fear of his life, but to kill those who put him here. He looked around the battlefield, seeing a sword near her. She already had her weapon, now he needed one. He whiped the blood from his nose, seeing a broken arrow by his feet. He kept his eyes on her as he lowered himself slowly and grasped it in his hand. Without a word he sped off toward her, the arrow head clutched in his grasp.<br/><br/>Once he was close enough, he chucked it as far as he could, the arrow flying through the air toward her leg, his mission, to get that sword before she did.