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Fight against Warriors (batman4560 et Kathria)

Kathria

Kathria

Super-Earth
Joined
Oct 24, 2012
Meeting of their swords​

This day had not started like a normal day, nor had the events that fell before it had been normal. Molpadia had been out with a group of her friends, prowling the wild and laughing at each others jokes. They had figured, like any other day, that they were safe, out of reach and away from society. Word had become of their tribe, people did know of their existence, but many never ventured far near the Amazons camp. Those that did were often cut short before they set eyes on the gates...However, Molpadia and her friends had not been near the gates and they had ventured out of their territory unknowingly. Everything had begun with this simple mistake, not watching the lines of where their property ended...

They were hunting a pack of bears. Wanting nothing but to kill them and use their bodies, their fur, for substance, clothing and their bones for weapons. Still this small group of amazons was much younger than most of the warriors, and they had ventured to far out of reach of any of their mothers ears for a yell of ambush...still they had continued. Tracking these large beasts to their cave and holding them their at spear and arrow tip. The girls had laughed, pleased that they were doing something to occupy themselves and to better their tribe. Around then, Molpadia had moved closer to the cave, going inside the darkness to find the bears. Her friends had stayed outside, waiting for her to scare them out so they could be killed. She had never thought twice about this, leaving them out there to guard the mouth of the cave..not until that day.

Screaming had come from outside of the cave as she ventured halfway in. Molpadia never understood a word that was being shouted, but she could hear her friends were frantic and scuffling away like scared cats. She had ran to the mouth of the cave only to see them running from something she could not see. They had left her behind and Molpadia thought it had been a joke gone wrong...only to find as she watched men jumped out of the bushes to nap one of her sisters. "Doris!" Molpadia had shrieked, running towards the scene with her spear. She had thought, maybe she could save her sister, get her away from the strange men. Instead hands had grabbed her and pulled the spear from her hand. She had fought, punching the men and trying to escape. Calling her mother's name as she struggled in the man's hold. Her mother...could not hear her and Molpadia understood then that they had ventured too far from any other Amazons ear to save them. It was then the man had hit her with something on the head to knock her out.

She had awoken the next day in a cage, alone. There were many other cages, but they were all empty, void of human flesh. Molpadia was in a strange place, and she knew not of what to do. Was she to be killed? Sacrificed? Even the amazon she was..Molpadia was still only just a young woman, and she cried at the thought. How dumb she could be, she wanted her mother like a sobbing little child. Amazons were suppose to be strong and fearless, but Molpadia was frightened and crying. The Dominus had come then, to examine the slave he had bought.

At first he was displeased when how she had acted, but when given a sword or spear and told to fight...Molpadia was a vicious warrior and she did not spare a soul even as they sparred. She had been trained this way. An amazon fought...and she fought to the death. Molpadia knew only this and the Dominus had only let her kill several of the other slaves before locking her back up..he wanted her to fight, maybe to die and if not..he wanted to break her in to be trained. Molpadia was not one for breaking, she was not one ready to be trained and she hoped, in her own way, that maybe defeat would follow her in the Colosseum. However...the odds looked in her favor as the Dominus had said.

Those had been only the small of events that had brought her head, standing in a pen waiting to fight. She could see with her blue eyes the crowd of people shouting, cheering and wanting their taste of blood. Even some of them fucked while they waited and they listened to the two Dominus speak of their warriors. Molpadia's name had not been used. She had been addressed as only Amazon, and now the Dominus that owned her announced her to the crowd. It was demeaning to not use her name, but Molpadia had been silent and had only watched as things proceeded.

The gates were opened in front of her and Molpadia strolled forth into the light by the end of a spear. She moved to the middle of the ring, looking around to meet the eyes of the people that filled the seats. Molpadia, unlike most amazons, was a small thing. Often she had been forced to cook and watch the horses or crops for fear that she might be easily killed. She stood at 5'4, a rarity among Amazons who towered over most men at 5'10 and up. She had been born prematurely and thus it had stunted her growth early, but nonetheless Molpadia was still a young woman to dear. Her hair was pulled back up into a long pony tail atop her head. Black hairs were accompanied by dark red streaks and the tail fell down to her ass. Molpadia eyes brows were thin and slightly high angled, and her nose was quite short but sharp. Still, her face was gentle looking with her oval face, small ears and full lips. If anything, Molpadia could have passed herself off as a noble woman if she tried. Molpadia still had things that made her stand out however. Brandings, tattoos adorned her body to mark whose daughter she was and from which Amazon tribe. There was a dot, with a circle of dots surrounding it that rested between her brows and almost blended into her lightly tan skin. A scar was on her right as well as her left hand was riddled with them. Markings ran down Molpadia's neck along her spine and hide behind the cloth armor she had chose to wear. The cloth armor was tight and clung to her c cup chest, her small waist and hips. Her muscles were toned, but without her flexing she looked weak like any common woman might have. After all, despite Molpadia's sharp nose and eyebrows, she was still just a young woman of 17 and it was evident on the way she stood and looked. Still, she was here, and she was ready to fight for her life if she needed to. Molpadia waited as the Dominus spoke, introducing her further to the crowd with how they had accomplished to receive her into their wing of gladiators and she waited...as he sat to let the other Dominus stand to speak. ​
 
Cassius woke in the same fit of rage that he had every morning in his hot wooden box like room. Rolling his hips to the side and sitting up his bare feet hit the cold stone floor and his massive frame hunched over. Cassius ran his strong hands over his square jaw and thick flat nose, a feature from having it broke so much. His Deep blue eyes were still closed as he stood up and moved to a sitting bowl of water. Picking up the bowl he let the water fall onto his head to cool him. The shaggy, unkept brown hair on his head quickly became matted to his skull before he rubbed his hands on the hair so fast that his hair stuck up in every direction. Now awake Cassius walked to a small mat that had been set up for him by his former trainer.

Cassius stretched his body in various poses for long intervals holding each position as long as he could. Then without making any motion to indicate his actions the massive 6'5" man rolled into a leg stretch and started to do sit-ups. He did this for an hour building a massive sweat upon his body and soaking the mat he was sitting on. After an hour had passed Cassius moved to push ups for an hour. The first six hours of his morning went on like this as he switched from exercise to exercise. It was only then that Cassius walked over to a small shelf that held his hardened black and gold trimmed armor. He strapped each piece on starting with his leggings witch tightly hugged his thick legs. Then his protective boots of gold plates with leather soles. His armor was shaped like his body to allow him maximum flexibility and protection at the same time. The pauldron's of his armor were gold like his boots and the gauntlets that he had strapped to his massive arms. Walking up the stairs to the outside he grabbed a bastard sword and a large shield almost the size of himself.

Usually in the afternoons he would eat before moving to the training field but this particular morning he wasn't hungry for some strange reason. He moved across the field littered with other fighters and nodded to the ones that didn't want the man dead. Cassius came to stand across from a man who was smaller than he was, as most were but that never stopped the men from sparring with him. Cassius had been born in the arena and only knew this way of life, running drills and practice with various weapons. Commonly he used a flail with a massive spiked ball at the end of the chain or a spiked chain because they could easily bend around shields but since he wasn't attempting to kill anyone, he instead used the sword during practice. On top of that he always added extra weight to himself during training by letting his fellow gladiators strap sand bags to his back and small weights to his limbs. Cassius always struck hard opting to break his opponents weapons and shields and forcing them to submit but on the battle field he used his flail to crush the skulls of his enemy's, giving him the title of "Skull breaker".

Sitting down for his meal Cassius stayed to himself, often the rage he felt while practicing caused him to be in a bitter mood while eating and just as often caused some unknowing new fighter to lose a hand when saying the wrong thing to him. Many of his scars were punishment for ruining his Dominus's new property and costing him good coin. However Cassius made up for that with his wins in the arena. The man had never been bested and fought at least twice a week since the day he turned ten. Now the man was 25 or so he was often told. He was also the only gladiator under his Dominus to be allowed to keep his armor,and weapons in his small room. In addition he was the only one who was given good meat and meed for every meal.

The sun had just started its fall from the sky as the crowd of the arena just a door over started to roar to life. Cassius smiled and wiped the meed from his mouth and stood up. Walking back down the stairs he dropped the blade behind him along with the shield. Once downstairs he pulled the extra weight off him and walked down a hall. He could hear some fool introduce what sounded like a woman to the arena. "The little one will die quickly" He said to himself as he continued down the hall and grabbed his massive flail off the wall and then his round razor bladed shield. Coming to the end of the hall he stood next to a man that worked for his Dominus who placed his onyx colored lion head helm on his head making sure it was secure he smacked Cassius on the back and let him know it was time. Cassius moved up the stairs and raised his hands in victory as the crowd cheered his name. His deep blue eyes looked across the arena at the small thing and a smile crossed his thin lips. He had the advantage in size and armor but her speed might be better than his, witch could be dangerous if she hit him in the right spot. To intimidate her he flexed his hard defined muscles and roared loudly. His face was hidden behind his mask except his blue eyes witch seemed like they were on fire. Spinning his left wrist his flail started to swing in a circle as he slowly moved at the woman. First lashing out with his shield and spinning with it he let his flail fly out towards the woman's legs hopping to bring her down before she could react.
 
Molpadia had been expecting a warrior with more experience than her in the ring. However she was not expecting the other house to bring forth their Champion to face her. Even her own Dominus was shocked by the tricky the man had brought onto the field. Clearly outraged her Dominus stood, barking at the other man. The Dominus of this man's house tried to calm hers and Molpadia would have watched the fight if wasn't for the gates opening at the other end.

The crowd stood, roaring as the beast appeared. Clearly the crowd was happy with this match up, to be able to see the hero of the ring step in so early for a fight. However the two men in the stand over looking everything were less then pleased with the argument they were having. One of them wanted the fight to be stopped, but it had already begun as the man approached her.

When he was within a few feet from her, Molpadia could see just how big he really was. He towered over her and his muscles were intimidating to say the least. Molpadia gulped, gripping her spear tightly with one hand as he drew closer and closer until...

She lifted her spear off the ground gripping it with both hands and jumping back as he tried to swing at her and missed. There was no doubt that he could out match her in strength and size, but she at least would be quicker. Molpadia planted her feet firmly on the ground watching the man with glaring eyes. She held the spear up pointing it towards him as she huffed and..

Molpadia ran at him screaming. She shoved the spear into the ground in front of him to propel herself into the air. Her feet stood out in front of her and as she came down she landed them on his shoulders to knock him back. Her hands held tightly on the spear and as her feet left his shoulders she found her footing in the sand again before picking up her spear to slash it forward to jab at his side.
 
Cassius cursed as he missed his attacks. Whirling around he found his footing in time to have two feet smash into his shoulders. Her powerful legs sent him stumbling back a few feet. The roar of the crowd fueled his body and gave him a reason to not give any ground. He stopped after several steps and raised his flail only to find the tip of a spear moving at his chest. Using his back left foot as a pivot point he swung his right leg back to rest behind his left, this caused his body to sway and narrowly avoid the killing blow. The spear tore threw his armor and left a big gash across the metal chest. Cassius's eyes lit up with anger at the woman's attempt on his life.

He got a good footing and slowly started to move around her not giving her the time to attack him outright. Cassius admitted to himself that she had some skill but this was nothing new to him. His eyes darted around and he considered throwing sand in her eyes to get the quick kill. The roar of the crowd demanded he fight with honor for the time at least. Cassius faked moving left then jumped into the air slamming his flail down hard and used his shield to cover his body as he balled up in the air. He had every intent to roll behind her with the strike should he miss.
 
Molpadia had been expecting to kill him quickly and be done with this. Instead he was smart enough to move out of the way of her spear tip and she growled with rage. She watched him, with carefully narrow eyes as he lit up with anger and began to circle her. Molpadia did not give him the chance to do this alone and instead mimicked his movements.

It was then that he chose to move, coming straight at her with his mace. Her eyes grew big and Molpadia jumped back bringing the middle of her spear up to break the blow. Easily, the blow of the mace had broken the wood of her spear in two, and Molpadia was thankful it had missed her. Had the miss struck her, surely she could not take a single blow with the power of the mace. Molpadia needed to find a way to disarm the man and she watched as he tried to move behind her. She pointed the spear tip still at him not with a sharp broken piece towards him. Molpadia struck the broken piece to the wrist that held the mace, trying to easily disarm him. Only, this position had made her vulnerable and the child was too close to get away quickly and without a blow.
 
Cassius watched as the broken spear came at his wrist. His gauntlet protected him from the worst of the attack but still caused enough pain to make him drop his flail. It hit the ground hard and kicked up the sand in the arena. Gritting his teeth together Cassius cried out in pain. Twisting his body he slammed the broad side of his round shield into her as hard as he could in an attempt to bring her off her feet or blind her with the suns rays reflecting off the golden shield. After striking her he stood up and kicked kicked sand in her face for the dishonor of making him drop his weapon.

The gladiator raised his arms in victory and called out to the crowd. "LIVE OR DIE!!!!" His left hand witch was now bleeding from the wound she caused him was sticking out and he had his thumb pointing not up or down but in the middle as he listened to the crowds cheers for life or death. A hidden smile crossed his face as the crowd cheered him on calling out "Crush her!" His thumb dropped as he made his way back to his flail and picked it up in his injured hand. He would have to make the strike quick and hard if he was to keep using his left hand. He started to whirl the chain of the flail around rapidly until something went wrong. He dropped the weapon again and shook his wrist as he noticed the blood that littered the sand. "Its....mine." He slowly stated as it felt like something was torn inside his wrist. Running at her he slammed his body into hers in a last ditch attempt to break her neck with his bare hands.
 
Molpadia had expected him to be angry with the way she had attacked him and he was. Luckily she had forced him to drop his flail and she sighed a little relaxed. The fact was, Molpadia should not have relaxed, she was far form victory. The man had easily brought his shield around whipping her in the side and causing her to cry out in surprised pain. She stumbled back, dropping both pieces of her spear as her head spin and her vision blurred. Molpadia blinked a few times only to find him kicking sand into her eyes. She cried and grabbed her face dropping to her knees and rolling on the ground as the sting of the sand hit her.

The man was wasn't an answer from the crowd, and he soon got it. The roar of the crowd wanting her death rang into her ears and as she heard him pick up his flail to come at her, she tensed. Though, the flail soon thudded to the ground and Molpadia rubbed her eyes just in time to see the blood from his wrist. She scrambled to her feet trying her best to see and look for her weapon. Only a blur of him came running at her before his body smashed into her own and sent Molpadia tumbling to the ground with a cry. Molpadia moved her strong legs, wrapping them around his to pull him down on the ground with her. She wasted no time when he had fallen and moved to climb on top of him. Molpadia straddled him with bloodshot eyes and blindly she moved her fists to whack at his face. Mostly, she hit the sound and knocked it up, still trying to get her sight back in time to save her life, but a few times her small fists connected with his jaw and nose.
 
Cassius was caught off guard completely by her movements. As she rolled him over and straddled his body his shield went sliding along the sand from the momentum of their roll. He was impressed with how she was picking up the art of wrestling so fast. His impression of her shifted however at the moment she started to strike at him. Most of her shots missed him and the ones that hit did little to bother him as his helmet protected him from her attacks. He started to laugh at her as she vainly attacked him. "HA HA TELL ME LITTLE ONE WHAT IS YOUR NAME?" His hands came up and grasped at her wrists as she frantically swung at him. Forcing her arms to her side he sat up quickly and slammed his head into hers. The lion's head helmet protected him from harm but still the strike sent him falling back from the force of witch he attacked as his hands released her wrists.

As soon as he regained his senses he sat up and forced himself on top of her. Unable to swing his legs over however, her legs were still around his waist. Cassius dropped his forearm on her face and raked the bloody arm across her nose and mouth hard. She had injured his swinging arm and that would cost him time to heal properly. He was determined to beat her at this point but due to the amount of blood he lost and the fact he had wrestle someone who was quicker and a squirm'r he was getting tired. Again he brought down his for arm across her face and stopped thinking he may have won the battle. Taking a deep breath he closed his eyes and thanked the gods she was smaller than him. If this amazon was the same size or bigger he would have surely lost. He looked up at the crowd who was not satisfied with his attacks and wanted her dead. He shook his head in disagreement as he considered her a worthy opponent and wanted his master to buy her. That's when he looked back down at the woman....
 
Molpadia knew she was hitting something hard, and it wasn't his face as she swung. Still she had dented some of the metal of his hands with her frantic punches and also caused damage to her fists. They were bleeding, probably broken, by the take he had laughed and grabbed her wrists. Molpadia snarled and squirmed on top of him trying to regain control of her wrists as he asked her name. She didn't answer him, she didn't want to. What was the importance of her name to this strange man? "I am Amazon!" Molpadia cried kicking her feet on the ground. Her Dominus had stood, screaming in displeasure at the little amazon warrior.

The man had moved then, sitting up and..knocking his head against her own. The blow alone would have knocked her out even if he did not where the helmet, but the helmet made it worse. He had forced a gash on her forehead that blood came out from to coat her face, and Molpadia had fallen on her back from the blow, unconscious. She knew she was not suppose to be asleep and desperately she tried to wake herself as the man finally climbed on top of her with her legs still wrapped around him. She knew he was moving, she could feel the movements, but Molpadia...she couldn't really respond. Some of her long hair was covering her face and gotten trapped in her wound as he moved his wrist against her face. She could smell his blood, but Molpadia could barely open her eyes. Had she been the normal size for an amazon, she could have stood the blow, could have won the fight...but Molpadia was small compared to the Amazons, and she could not take too many blows. She could hear the crowd roaring, telling him to kill her as she opened her eyes into slits. She could see mostly black covering her vision as she grunted in pain. The two Dominus seemed to stand, expecting him to finish her as Molpadia laid there unable to defend herself. Instead the warrior has refused and the two men had sighed, her own Dominus cussing in his displeasure with the situation. Clearly they wanted the fight to end with blood, but if the warrior was refusing there was nothing they could do about it.

"He spares her life! Cassius the great wins this match!" Her Dominus shouted clapping his hands, but he clearly was not amused.
 
Cassius stood up and lifted the woman in his arms. "I am sorry little one" he said to her with a silenced breath. Walking to his shield he knelt down and hooked it back to his arm before moving to his flail and kicking it up into his hand. He hoisted the young woman over his shoulder and moved to where the Dominus's sat. "Lords, I will offer all my honor and the money I have collected for my freedom to buy this woman." He offered witch would have put him back into debt for at least ten more years. He looked at the two men with pleading eyes and his Dominus nodded his head in agreement. "If her lord will allow it I will grant you this favor my champion." Cassius looked at her owner with a look that said if he didn't accept the deal then Cassius would find and kill the man.

He looked back down at the battered Amazon and vowed at that moment he would make her a great warrior and buy both of their freedom. Cassius moved the hair out of her face and felt bad for the way he tossed sand in her face to make sure he would win. "Surely you are not satisfied with her as a gladiator, what have you to lose? Nothing, but everything to gain!" He would have killed any man that came to take her from him at this point but felt it would be better if he did things the right way.
 
Molpadia groaned as she was lifted off the ground. She could hear him muttering something...was he apologizing? Why? Molpadia couldn't ask she was trying to move but the best she could do right then was ball up her right hand. Still, he had picked her up and flung her over his shoulder after gathering his things. The man was moving and he stopped in front of the two Dominus. Molpadia could hear him, asking something of the men as she groaned in pain.

Her Dominus was glaring at the Gladiator as his Dominus had agreed to let him have the Amazon. There was many things that man wanted to do then. Beat her, yell at her, strangle her, it was evident in the way he tensed and twisted his angered face. "Take the little bitch away. The further she is from my house the better." The man grunted. "Little whore has cost me money." The man bickered as he glared at the Gladiator and the little Amazon slung over his shoulder.
 
"Thank you lords." Cassius bowed and moved back to his entrance ramp. Carefully moving down the stairs he dropped his gear at the bottom of the stairs and moved to his small room. Slamming the door shut he set her down slowly on his cot and slowly unstrapped her armor. "Can you hear me?" He asked. His eyes went to her head and he looked like he had felt the blow. Walking over to grab a bowl of water and a towel he cleaned off her wound and let the wet towel rest on her head. "Im sorry things happened that way. Im Cassius, I promise I will buy your freedom." He kissed her hand before standing up and walking away.

Moving to sit in a chair across from her he took off his helmet and looked at the dent in it. "She's strong..." He then looked at his wrist and tore the padding off his chair to wrap around the wound. "...I hope this will help it heal" His eyes went back to her. His heart sank at the fact that he hurt her so much. "I could teach her to fight better" Cassius licked his lips then stood up to look out his small window. He watched as the others sparred between themselves and knew that he couldn't always keep her safe. It would be best for her to learn to fight those that were larger than her, and at this rate she would be a quick learner.
 
Molpadia didn't really respond as the gladiator moved and took her back to his entrance ramp. She listened to the clank of his weapons and shield as he dropped them before moving to a small room. Molpadia noticed the lighting changed and she groaned when he laid her down on the bed. She moved a bit when he undid her armor. Only leaving the beige short dress she was wearing underneath it on. Molpadia's eyes opened a little more when she was asked a question but her lips only stayed gapped open instead of responding. She heard him speak his name.. Cassius, what a queer name. Molpadia's hands flexed when he kissed them, but the knuckles were bruised and bleeding from pounding into his helmet.

Molpadia laid there for a while as he moved about in the small room. It took several minutes before she could blink her eyes open halfway. Her head was spinning, but she knew she wasn't on the ground of the arena anymore and she was alive. This wasn't a cell like she had been in before, it was an actual room. "M..mom?" Molpadia managed to mutter. Maybe she was at home, in a room and her mother was nearby. All she could really make out right now was the ceiling and that she was somewhere safe.
 
Cassius stopped looking out the window and turned to her when she called out for her mother. His strong body slumped as she groaned in pain. "No child I am not your mother....you may not understand me but know that I now own you. I am going to teach you to fight and protect yourself from the brutes in this arena." He came to stand over her and admired the young woman's features. "The men here will try to have their way with you while I am not near...." He honestly could not blame them, as the woman was extremely attractive even in her current condition. Cassius dabbed the wet towel on her body in an attempt to keep her cool. Gently he ran it over her neck and face then her arms. The last thing he wanted was for her to break out in a fever. Setting the now bloody towel down on his chair Cassius walked out to the training grounds and grabbed up an arm full of bandages and wine. As he returned with the items he started to speak again. "Now this will sting but it will keep you from getting an infection."

Cassius set down the bandages and opened the bottle of wine that had been set out as a way of congratulations for his victory. He propped her head up and carefully ran the wine over her wound to make sure the wound would not become infected and more dangerous. He then did the same to her hands. Carefully he wrapped her head and made sure the hair was out of the wound, then repeated the process with her hands. "Do you understand me?" He asked and looked around for some Ice to place over her eyes to stop the swelling. Looking over at the small metal goblet the wine was kept in he saw all the Ice he needed and gently ran it over her swollen eyes piece by piece.
 
Molpadia listened, to find a man talking to her informing her he was not her mother. Ah, so it hadn't been all a dream. That explained why she was in so much pain. Then he talked about owning her. So she was a slave? To whom now? Molpadia squinted to get a better look at the man that hovered over her. His body looked familiar and those eyes, but everything else she did not recognize. She winced when he dabbed the towel on her wound before rubbing it along the neck. A sigh escaped her lips. "I can beat them." Molpadia muttered closing her sore eyes. Then the man left as he let go of the bloody towel. She thought, maybe, that he had brought her to her own room. No longer being in a cell would be nice, but instead the man returned and sat down net to her.

Molpadia sighed when he mentioned an infection. She should be doing this herself, fixing her wounds. Instead this man was helping her and...she was in no condition to really stop him. Molpadia opened her eyes when he propped her head up only to feel the sting of the alcohol bite into her wounds. She cried out in a bit of pain only to find him now stop and do the same to her knuckles. Molpadia sighed of relief when he was done and wrapped her hand before bringing ice to her wounded eyes. "Yes..I can understand you.." Molpadia bent her leg up grunting in a bit of pain as she moved a bandaged hand up to rest on her wounded head. "So..I'm your slave now?..Who are you?"
 
"Your only my slave in a sense...As soon as I have earned the money you will have your freedom. I am Cassius the man you fought in the arena." He smiled and patted her leg. "I am sorry for how hard I struck you." His eyes met hers and a pang of guilt tore threw him like a hot blade in wax. His strong body shook with anger at how much he had hurt her. "Do you have a name?" He asked while placing the bottle of wine in her hand for a drink. He didn't want to leave her incase she needed him. Simply standing up he moved and closed the door. He locked it and bit his lip. "If you let me help you I will make you the best fighter the arena has ever seen...then maybe together we can return you home."
 
"You could have killed me.." Molpadia came to the conclusion ignoring his first statement. When he announced who he was, she groaned. Ah...so it had been the giant man she had tried to take on, to beat for her life...and still she was alive. "...why didn't you?" Molpadia bent her right leg up as he patted her leg and apologized for hurting her. Molpadia huffed as he asked her name. "I would have killed you to live, given the chance." She admitted as she held her head. "Mol..padia..Molpadia is my name." Molpadia turned her head away from him. Gah, she was in so much pain. That's what she got for punching his helmet and trying to beat a seasoned gladiator. Molpadia gripped the bottle of wine in her hand. It hurt to move her fingers but she brought the bottle up and chugged some of the wine down. She had been expecting water, and her face cringed in surprise at the taste of wine. She listened to him move, and lock the door before coming back to her. "You tried to kill me and you want to help me now? Why would you want me to get home? Don't you have a home?"
 
"Well Molpadia....I didn't kill you because I didn't have to and you are still young." He plopped down at the foot of his bed and twisted his body around so that he was facing her. He wanted to reach out and touch her for comfort but he was concerned it might frighten her at the moment. A smile crossed his square face. "I am home...you see I was born in this place to a mother who was a fighter much like you are. She passed in this arena as did my father so now I am alone in this world waiting for my time. So yes I do want to help you get home, its where you belong...not here in this forsaken place." Cassius looked her over and wondered when she was fed last. Standing up he reached under his bed and pulled out a brown sack filled with jerky. "Its not much but its food." He handed her the bag and turned his back to her as a way to give her privacy.
 
So the man could tell Molpadia was not that old. Ah, he must have really been looking at her face, or maybe it had been the way she acted in the arena or even...the fact that she had called out for her mother when she woke up probably gave it away. Tensed when he sat on the bed only to listen to his story about how he grew up here, how his parents had died here. Molpadia frowned at the thought. "Have you never wanted to leave?" She opened her eyes a bit when he got off the bed to pull something out and hand it to her. Molpadia grabbed it and sat up examining the jerky and smiled softly. She had not eaten in days. "Thank you.." Molpadia muttered before taking a few pieces and chomping down. She wasn't..the most mannered of women.
 
He couldn't help but smile at the way she ate the food. "I-" A blush came over his face. As a man he wanted this woman but something was forcing him to be kind to her. He thought maybe he wanted to fight her again and if he were to win he would take her. "I want to leave but I feel I should let you earn your freedom first." He watched her face and gently placed a massive hand on her thigh. Her warm smooth thigh. This caused him to lick his lips in anticipation. "Are you feeling any better?" He asked trying to get her to warm up to him a bit. His mind was racing with ideas on what he wanted to do to the woman. If he ever had the chance now would be it. He did own her after all. He could use her for relieving stress before a fight or even after a fight. Sort of a reward and he did just win a fight...
 
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