The lecherous quartermaster licked his lips as he stared at her shapely tits with great pleasure, adjusting the loincloth over his erection.<br/>"Truly wonderful! I could fondle these pretties all day. You can believe this cripple when he says no whore could compete with them. Almost a shame to take that lovely body of yours to the sands. If ever interested, look for me. I know some folk who'd pay serious sums of gold for less than what you're risking here."<br/><br/>As much as he'd love to feel her up some more, or even escalate the situation by licking and sucking her breasts, Kicks knew he couldn't in time and questions would be asked. Instead he enjoyed the view as long as he lasted, drawing out and stretching the minute, sighing happily and promising himself to think of the monk later when he was alone, or try to dress up his next whore in a similar outfit for the sake of pretend.<br/><br/>As she started to change he as promised, recounted the history of Saar and De'fwa.<br/>"Saar used to be top dog here. Asshole was there in the match where I... well after which people started asking about my name. Anyway he fought his way to the top, deathmatches even. Cut down a bunch of beasts and other gladiators. Became champion and had basically everything he could ever want. His Master even allowed him to marry a pretty servant girl. Then one day De'fwa came along, giant of a man, toughest son of a bitch out there. His hammer caught Saar straight in the head, ripped off his face and caved in his skull. He was supposed to die but by some fucked up miracle or something he survived, so hideous his own wife couldn't bear to look at him, stopped visiting him alltogether, hoping he'd die. He didn't though and somehow recovered slowly, though with much less of his ability. He's also wearing a helm now to hide his monstrosity of a head and hide the fact that he's missing an eye and most of her face. That's his weakness as well, he's got a blind spot on his left side. Saar's to good to fall for any feint but it can be exploited. Still, I imagine he craved a rematch against the fucker who ruined his life. Either to die out on the sands as he should have, or revenge. Pity the latter won't get him anything. He's had his run, the master only kept him around because he liked his winning streak. Anyone else would have been just finished off or taken to the mines to work themselves to death."<br/><br/>He paused when Mia emerged, dressed in the black leathers and sandals provided, whistling approvingly as she turned and he got a view on her perfectly round, firm ass and toned legs.<br/>"Goodness, you're hot. Tempted to offer my savings of a thousand gold if you agreed to marry me and let me put my kid in you." he grinned.<br/><br/>"Anyway, as for De'fwa no one really got him figured out. His endurance is legendary. He bounced back from wounds that should have put him away for good. Some think he's immortal, or a devil in human guise who isn't harmed by weapons and only plays along to torment his opponents. But I... I found something, seeing as I can do little but spectate and outfit the others since losing my legs. The big man himself hides a scar on the back of his right shin. Scars are common with gladiators but I've seen more than my share. It's a pretty deep wound, the kind you never really recover from. I bet a well placed and sudden kick or stomp to the area would either slow him down to turn the match against him, or piss him off enough to brutally murder the fuck out of anyone. If you ask me, Saar doesn't have what it takes and is going out to die out there tonight, hoping to go out in a blaze of glory that's long in his past."<br/><br/>As he finished his tale, Kicks opened a chest where Mia could place her belongings until she was ready to change back, and placed the box on a shelf with the number fourteen. After that, he rolled back to Mia and handed her the pair of gladius she selected.<br/>"It's been a pleasure, Mia love." he grinned and showed her to door to take, behind which she could hear the distant sound of a cheering and roaring crowd as she approached. "Down the long hall and right at the end. You can't miss it, the guards won't let you."<br/><br/>The torch-lit tunnel rather than hallway went or for a bit, about the length of the building she estimated, the sounds of the arena growing louder as she proceeded on, and when she came to a split at the end there were indeed three guards stationed, blocking off the left passage and directing her the right way. After two more sets of doors she arrived in a long room that ran sideways to the arena and while there was a ceiling above them, it was open around chest-height on the long side, looking out to the sand of the arena she was having her practice round in. Bars covered the opening though, preventing passage, and one of the many guards stationed here was standing in front of a portcullis that could be opened to allow entry to the fighting grounds.<br/>From the number of fighters here... ready to fight and wounded who already had their share for today, Mia could estimate it had to be about half of the contenders, and could make out the bars of a similar area on the far end of the battleground. Currently, two gladiators are trying to fight off hungry lions in the arena, the crowd cheering them on.<br/>At the end of the room, Mia spotted the only other gladiator she knew, Saar sitting silently in a corner past many other powerful warriors, his helmet locked on his head, facing front and downward as he sat on a stone ledge by the wall, unlike during their match a wicked, jagged two handed sword beside him, clearly made for the purpose of slaying men.<br/><br/>As she passed some of the gladiators, she could make out whispers and remarks about her body, and some stating that she was the "new meat" for what they called a "rape match" coming soon.