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Jugger x Voltonus

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Jugger82

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The roar of the crowd would be all that Nathan would hear as he approached the stadium. Within, he sees the crowd applaud and yell, their bloodlust unyielding as he is forced to fight in this colosseum for their amusement. He has no choice, but knows if he could just become the champ...he'd have his freedom. There was just this one person in his way...'Bird girl...' He thought in his head as he waited for his opponent, unsure as to who it was. He was growing anxious...hoping it would be her. He needed to defeat her for his freedom. He didn't understand why she hadn't left. Maybe she was still forced to stay here despite being the toughest slave gladiator around? Maybe she just loved to fight and win? Maybe she didn't want to leave?

He didn't know. He just knew he was ready to fight her and beat her so he could get the hell out of there...And when he saw the opposite side's entrance begin to open, those steel bars blocking anyone from going in or out began to start raising one by one until the entrance was completely open...And now he waited to see who would emerge from the darkness.
 
She stepped out, walking toward him, though strutting would be a better word, holding up her arms for the crowd.
She fixed her gaze on him and a chill ran through his body. "What? A fleshy little human?! I feel sorry for the clean-up crew after this."
She laughed, walking to the middle of the arena.
"Choose your weapons!" A voice shouted.
Tanya grinned, holding up her claws. "Don't need any."
 
"Nor do I." He called out. When the siren sounded and was followed by a loud gong, the match would start. Nathan watched her carefully...He had to be careful around her. He could easily defeat another human...but this cockatrice was a harder opponent. He circled around her, wondering if she could take flight. That would definitely be a problem for him but he knew nothing of monster girls other than their strength. Eventually he rushed toward her, but kicked up the sand of the arena toward her as a means of distraction before he'd attempt to lunge at her and pin her to the ground.
 
She spun in place, sand scattering against her back harmlessly. She spun fully around, bringing her elbow around to meet the side of his head, sending stars across his vision. "Is that all you've got human? Little tricks?" She teased.
 
He fell to the ground from the impact of her elbow across his temple and he soon stood up, head throbbing as he held it. 'No...I'm going to win my freedom...!' He thought in his head, not going to lose so easily. He ran close to her, right arm raised in the air only to have his left hand come across and attempt to simply slap her face to stun her. If this would work, he'd grab her and lift her into the air before dropping her down on a rising knee that would aim for her spine or side.
 
Her eyes flashed, his muscles seeming to disobey his mind for a moment, halting and stumbling him, her legs lashing out and striking him in the stomach and sending him sprawling to the ground.
 
He didn't know if it was fear that caused him to stop when he saw her eyes flash. He just knew that he couldn't move, his mind going blank as all he could think about was the fact he was about to get knocked out with her leg. Upon impact, he was sent flying back and rolled in a painful fashion toward the wall before crashing into it hard. He stumbled up to his feet slowly, coughing up blood as he held his stomach which now was bloody with the imprint of her clawed foot on it. How else could we beat this girl? Her power was amazing. He began to stumble toward her, hand still clutching his stomach. "I'm...not finished with you..."
 
She giggled. "Aww, poor human, it looks like you're pretty much done. Why don't you throw in the towel so you don't have to die?"
 
He knew she was right. He bent down to one knee and hung his head in shame, knowing he could not currently defeat the girl as he was too weak. The sounds of the gong signalled the end of the tournament and two men would take Nathan out to the infirmary for slaves so he could get patched up so he wouldn't die. Sure he was a slave but if all the slaves died in the colosseum after forfeiting then they'd lose profit on buying or kidnapping slaves. Now Nathan lays in the infirmary, sighing as the room was lit dimly with candlelight and his stomach was bandaged up, as well as the side of his head. 'Two hits...I lost with two hits...'
 
There was a giggle from the doorway, the cocktrice standing there. "Most men lose in one." She strutted over to the bed, sitting next to him. "So right off then, you're stronger than most men. Smarter too, giving up."
 
Upon hearing her voice, he glared at her as she approached and sat down on his bed next to him. "Stronger than most, yes...Smarter, yes...but experienced...I wouldn't say so." He replied. "I've only just arrived here about a week ago and found my chance to fight the champion when you came walking out...I thought I'd be able to win my freedom if I defeated you but I see it won't be as easy as the rest of the fighters here are..."
 
She chuckled. "They, and you, are slaves. I'm a gladiator." She placed a hand on his shoulder. "No shame losing to your better right?"
 
He just imagined that he was burning her hand with how angry he was with her right now. His glare showed just how angry he was with her. "Why are you even here? Just here to gloat over your win, cockatrice?"
 
"No, just to mention that I've purchased you. You've got a certain fire, with training, you could be unbeatable." She flicked her eyes over him. "That, and you're pretty cute."
 
"Purchased me? So I am the slave of a slave?" He murmured in confusion. "Gladiators are slave warriors but I guess not in this city they aren't...But you. You can free me...Just release me so I can be on my way. Don't force me to fight if I don't need to, cockatrice."
 
"You'll be earning your freedom, just as I did once. But don't worry, you'll be a high class gladiator, not fighting to the death anymore."
 
"If it isn't to the death...then I guess its an improvement, even if you don't give me my immediate freedom..." He murmured and laid back in his bed some more, sighing. "You're odd, cockatrice...But with your help, I might just be able to fight my way out of here."
 
She smiled. "With training perhaps. I'll come visit tomorrow to see how you're healing." She grinned.
 
He looked away from her, eyes still in a powerful glare as she would leave. He would sleep well that night, but wasn't eager to awaken, and even less eager to see the cockatrice again.
 
"Erk...How much...exactly...did you spend on me...? I'm just a human slave, I couldn't have been that much money...Surely I wouldn't have to fight TOO much to pay it all off..."
 
"Well, these battle pay even at a loss. If you coast and don't win anything, around 3 years. With training and effort, a few months."
 
"Tch...Why must you torment me so, Cockatrice..." He replied with a frown as he stood up and felt the bandages on his stomach. "What good was there in buying me? Do you get some sick game out of watching me squirm, knowing I can't win my freedom anytime soon? If you have a heart, then you'd simply release me from this torment or at least give me more of a reason to actually stay and pay off my debt!"
 
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