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A reason to fight.....

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CutePhoenix

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"She's.......good......" thought young warrior Zaryn Skyzor, breathing heavily as he stood slouched in the middle of the arena, using his sword to help him remain on his feet as he looked over his opponent, a VERY attractive and even more skilled female warrior. He was no stranger to the arena, but not once had he fought a female warrior, nor any warrior as good as she.

He was the well known and fan favorite champion, and she was able to keep up with him and then some. They had pushed each other to their absolute limits. And now, it was time to end it. If one didn't fall, they both would, as they could each barely stand.

"What a body she must have under that armor to challenge me so well....." he said under his breath, laughing lightly to himself as his mind filled with the thoughts of what he'd do to her, as losing in the arena, meant your life belonged to whoever beat you. Most killed their opponent, but if they so desired, it also meant they could make their defeated opponent their slave.

With a burst energy brought on by such thoughts, he raised his sword and dashed at her with increased ferocity, determined to make this might woman his, at whatever the cost.
 
Keelia ached from her head to her toes. She held her shield in one hand still, though her grip upon it was weak and it was dented from the force of the blows it had taken over the course of this fight. When first she had stepped into the arena, she was greeted with great jeers and laughter from the men that watched these matches for their entertainment. While it was not against the rules that a women may fight, it was a rare thing to see. Especially since woman were looked down upon as no better then a piece of property.

But by now, the laughter had stopped and the onlookers sat watching her in awe. Most men did not go this long or fight with such skill as she did, but the fight was clearly near an end. The sword in her hand shook as she tried to hold it. Keelia could not help but feel great respect to her opponent. It was about to be a great honor to die at his hands as well. She knew she could not win. Perhaps she knew all along she could never win in a fight here, but at least she could show the male pigs of this land that a woman could be more then the bearer of children.

Watching him spring into action, she knew it was the end. She raised her shield to block the deadly part of the blow, but the force knocked her off her head and to her knees. It left her vulnerable to the death strike she expected would be next. What man could be almost beaten by a woman and allow her to live? She waited for it to come, finding some peace in the pride she felt for going out with a good fight.
 
But, something rather........unexpected happen. Instead of killing her like everyone expected, he instead simply pointed his blade down at her, his own hand shaking as he did so, barely able to keep it up. This, not surprisingly, brought a hush over the crowd, broken occasionally by confused murmers as the onlookers tried to make sense of what was going on. Then, he spoke.....

"You will not die here today. Besting you in combat here, you life belongs to me now, and I do not wish to end it. Instead, you will be in my service from here on........Do you honor the rules of this arena?" he asked. He had to ask with that last part. If he just tried to drag her off and she resisted, he'd likely end up passing out. But, she seemed an honorable warrior and even with the surprise ending, he hoped she would obey the rules and traditions that all warriors who stepped into this arena followed.
 
Keelia's gaze had been down towards the ground, waiting for the final blow, but when instead of a sword, she was cut down by his words, her eyes rose up in shock to look towards him. How dare he? How dare he deny her the death of a warrior? For a moment, anger flared into her eyes, but the talk of honor dulled that rage once more and replaced it with a strength, much like the look that had been in them all throughout the battle between them. She raised her chin, a great look of pride washing over her as she nodded, "I do..." she agreed.

A moment later, a cheer went up along the onlookers, some chanting Zaryn's name as the hooted, hollered, stomped about. Keelia could not help but think of how the crowd's reaction would have been drastically different if she had been the one to win the fight.

The battle over and the choice made, guards of the arena brought forth chains. They were upon Keelia quickly, stripping her of the sword still in her hand and the dagger she had sheathed in a holder around her thigh. Chains were quickly locked onto her wrists. No one saw to her wounds while a healer was busy not far from there going to tend to the bruises she had given to Zaryn.
 
This type of treatment was common not only in the arena, but in all aspects of their culture. Though, as the healers finished with his wounds and started off without even looking at her, he stopped them.

"She needs tending to as well. Release her and tend to her wounds. If you do not, well.........lets just say I won't be very happy and may never fight here again, and I'm sure YOUR owners won't be too happy about the peoples champion no longer bringing in an audience." he said with a confident grin, as the healer swiftly obeyed him, for fear of his own masters, the guards unlocking the chains and pulling them off of Keelia while the healer looked her over and tended to her wounds, with Zaryn clancing at her momentarily before turning as he went about making sure he had everything in order.
 
Keelia looked at him like he had two heads, just like the guards did as they undid her chains. The healers went to work on her, thought the did not take as much care about tending her wounds as they had for their champion. Cleaning up a few cuts, demeaning her ribs lightly bruised but not broken before they declared their work done. Once the healers moved away, the guards started to step forward once more. Keelia presented her wrists to be chained once more.
 
"Leave her as she is." Zaryn ordered, his back to them. He didn't even need to look to know the guards planned to chain her up again as if they expected her to be some kind of threat. Sure, she could likely kill everyone in the room if she wanted, that was as likely to happen as Zaryn doing the same.

"If she were to cause any of us harm, she'd have done so by now. The restraints are unneeded and excessive." he added, turning and taking her by the wrist, and leading her out before the guards could question his orders.

He was a strange one indeed. He didn't seem to bat an eye at her general treatment, but seemed to also dislike it. Hard to say just what he thought of matters. Regardless, she was his now, and he would be taking advantage of that fact.
 
All eyes watched as he took her from the battle arena. If he had allowed the chains to be placed upon her, people might not have looked for it would be nothing out of the ordinary. But the very fact that he took her from here by the wrist caused a murmur among them all.

"You don't seem to care what others think of your sanity..." Keelia commented as she followed him, going where he would take her. She spoke without permission or thought of how sharp they may be seen as. She was not use to the idea yet of being someone's property now and not free to do or say as she pleased.
 
"I could say the same for you. I doubt honor is what kept you back from fighting back against those restraints." Zaryn replied, letting her go so she could just follow him.

"And now that I no longer have a physical hold on you, I shouldn't need to tell you what happens if you decide to run. As good a warrior as you are, you won't be able to stand against the entire city guard." he continued as they walked, peopling giving them plenty of looks. He as champion, and her as quite the beauty.
 
She laughs lightly at his comment. "You would be wrong about my honor. It is a strong thing to me. I have given my word to be honor bound to you. Fighting off the restraints, if they have been what you wanted of me, would have been going against that." She sighed a little, "I will not run from you. What kind of warrior breaks their vow to one who has bested them?" She paused, "Especially one that gave me a fair, good fight."
 
"Perhaps someone who fears what I may ask of them, now that more or less, are in an arrangement that is basically that of a master and slave." Zaryn replied, stopping when they reached his personal resident, their destination, but he did not enter just yet, preferring to talk with her some more first.

"Even as a warrior, you are a woman. I'd be surprised if you weren't trying to figure what I plan to do to you. Both as a man, and as a fighter who did something you obviously did not expect." he continued, turning to face her.
 
"Of course I wonder of my fate at your hands..." she commented, her attention upon him and not about his home at all. Not yet at least since she did not even know that was where he had stopped them before. "It's only natural and a part of human nature to wonder over such things as your own future. However, it now seems I have no control over my own. Master and slave, as you have called us, sounds about right for us now. And as your slave, all I can do now it stand and wait to see what you want and ask of me. No more, no less."
 
"Heh, very well spoken. Words of a true warrior. I can set you at ease, at least somewhat, as I have no intention to treat you as lowly as others would. As warrior myself, and with you giving me such an amazing battle that I'll never forget, your life while no longer your own, will not be made an unpleasant one." Zaryn replied with a smile.

"But, I will not lie and sugar coat my intentions for you, now that you have given yourself to me. I will treat you with respect, but I will not give you any special treatment as will I not hesitate to give you commands. And being a man, with the same needs and desires as any other, we will have plenty of intimate encounters together and you will share my bed each night." he continued.

"Also, while I do not care whether you call me master or something else, I do expect to be treated with respect. Not just because I'm your master now, but.......it's only natural for a warrior to treat other such warriors with respect, is it not?" he asked with a somewhat playful smile.

((With that, I'm heading out for beddy time. Just started, and I'm already enjoying the little dynamic they have going on.^_^))
 
The look upon her face had to be priceless. Her confidence was still there. Never had it faltered this entire time and it only shown more dominate then ever before it seemed as she smiled at him, "I expected nothing less from you as a warrior or as a master. And I think you expect the truth from me as well, don't you?" She only seemed to smile later, her chin raising higher, "I will treat you with the respect I owe you through my honor, but while you have won my body in battle, there are parts of me that still are mine. My mind for one. Heart for another. Soul being the last. Those were not things I placed upon the battlefield to be taken from me. Only my freedom is now yours."
 
"Hehe, true warrior indeed. Even in the loss of freedom, your pride and confidence is as strong as ever. Quite impressive.........and appealing." Zaryn replied with a smile and raised eyebrow before turning to open the door, stepping into his personal residence. Being a champion, one might expect him to be living in the lap of luxury, but his home was rather modest. Still, it was more than enough to for him alone, and could easily handle her as well. The interior was what one would definitely expect of him. Various combat rewards lined the walls. Some hanging on the wall, others on shelfs, accompanied by the trophies of successful hunts, such as a large bear skin on the floor, as well as heads of other impressive trophies lining the walls.

"Feel free to look around, and familiarize yourself with everything. Through there is my......well, our bedroom. And over there leads to the bathing chamber, and back there leads out back, to my training ring." he explained, motioning as he spoke.

"Another daily routine of ours will be spent out there in the training ring, as one battle against you is far too little. I most certainly desire to meet you in battle again. Though, without the ill intentions, as we shall simply have training battles." he added.

((And now I'm done. Just couldn't resist squeezing one more in before bed.^_^))
 
She was actually a bit shocked but the surroundings she found herself in. For all that Zaryn had won in his many, many battles of the arena, this place was nothing like she expected a champion of the arena to be living in. She did not even seen a trace of a servant to tend his home. Did he tend it himself? Her master was slowly proving to be quite a puzzle of a person.

As he pointed out this and that, she had to laugh a moment to herself. If she were a dishonorable person, there were more then enough weapons in this place to aid her in freeing herself. Lucky for him, she had a thing called pride within her.

When he spoke of her training with him, she paused, that look of questioning his sanity returning to her face. "Are you sure about that? I will not be easy on you. One day... I may even best you one day. Could you live with that?"

((Haha, I know that feeling.))
 
"Heh, well just wait and see if that day ever arrives." Zaryn replied, playfully teasing her a bit.

"Besides, you've already stated you fully intent to stick with your decision and obey me as your master. So, if you by some chance do ever defeat me in battle, I don't really expect you to try and escape after or anything. That wouldn't be very honora door beble." he continued, shutting the door behind them. As always he noticed that sanity questioning look, but it really didn't insult him or anything.
 
"I never said that I would leave or break my vow to you," she said with the same confidence in her voice she had every time her mouth opened since they first meet upon the battle field. "I asked if you could life with knowing that there actually was someone out there that could defeat you... and that the someone was a woman."

Looking around the space again, she shrugged a little, a small movement that brought her some soreness. She really had not had the time or the means given to her to fully recover her battered body after the fight. Now, the blows she had suffered were swiftly catching up to her. "What are we to do now?"
 
Zaryn smiled at how confident she was about how she would someday defeat him.

"For now, we rest. I may not be as injured as you at the moment, but after such an amazing fight........I'd rather take it easy for a bit." he said, removing his armor and weapons before plopping down onto the bear skin rug, then going about getting some wood in the adjacent fireplace so that he could start a relaxing fire. Just about a tradition of his. After a fight, he came home, sat down and relaxed by a warm fire.
 
Seeing him removing his armor, she took his lead and started to peel hers off as well. Under her layer of protection that has saved her life to make is his now, she wore tight clothing. A pair of pants that tucked into her boots which she slipped off to show that her pants were actually only as long as about her mid-calf. The armor that had been over the top of her body revealed she actually wore only a small piece of cloth, wrapped around her breasts. They were clearly actually larger then they appeared as the binds looked to be a bit tight. Because of where the cloth wrapped around her ended and the start of her pants left her entire mid-drift area open to his sight. The one side of her looked to already be a bit swollen from taking a few to many blows there during the fight. The color of her skin already turning black and blue.

Keelia wrapped her arms around her exposed area in some kind of attempt to cover it from his sight as she stood there. Clearly she felt a little uncomfortable in her unfamiliar surroundings.
 
"Never expect you to be shy." Zaryn teased, glancing back at her her to see her covering herself somewhat before going back to loading the fire place up with wood. Then, grabbing his flint, with only a few smacks, he had created a good enough spark to ignite and soon, there was a warm glow covering the area.

Under his armor, he pretty well just wore basic clothing. His tunic, soon removed as he pulled it off and tossed it on to the pile of his armor, enjoying the warmth of the fire on bare skin.

"Care to join me down here? The warmth will help ease the pain, at least a little." he asked, leaning back as he looked up at her.
 
Her face was covered with indifference as she moved toward where he sat on the floor. She stepped to his right side, since her bruised ribs where on her own right and she opted to keep the ugly wound away from his sight as much as she could. Easing herself down to the ground, she sat upon the rug beside him, her legs crossed and her back straight as she sat a bit stiff really beside him.
 
Normally, one might want to say something to put her at ease, but that wasn't him. It was what it was. A warrior who defeated another warrior and took them as a slave.

"Besides fighting, do you happen to have any other skills that would prove useful in your new life?" he asked. A woman like her would have her uses as a servant. But, what all she'd be doing would depend on what non combat skills she also happen to possess, as he didn't have too much need for a woman who could just lift heavy things.
 
She shrugged a little bit, "I can cook though no fine foods for fine meals. I was raised by a wandering father so my skills are for the purposes of survival. If you were to take me into the wilderness, I would excel. I'm not use to a life in a home with a sturdy roof over my head or soft rugs under my feet. I'm sure I could adapt my skills to a life indoors..."
 
"Well, I travel a fair bit and hunting is a favored past time and way to keep my skills fresh. Your primary duties will mostly end up being helping in said hunts and preparing my kills for eating. You will also accompany me to my arena fights. My armor and weapons upkeep will be my responsibility, as I do not let any handle them except myself." Zaryn replied.

"So, unless I give you direct permission, you are to refrain from handling my equipment." he said in a matter of fact tone. While not an evil bastard or anything, he had no qualms about ordering her around and telling her how things would be from now on.
 
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