Chapter 5: Gladiator, the Gale

The coliseum was ready with packed spectators who had the incitement for blood to be spilt.

The battle arena was a circular pitch with stone walls two meters high adorned with glaring spikes. From it the coliseum opened outward like a case with seats packed with a bloodthirsty audience. Beneath the cases was a Dungeon where the battle contestants or as they were called, Gladiators resided.

The Mc who stood at the center of the arena turned to the crowd.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Lads and lasses. I present you..." He gestured as the gate opened from one side of the Dungeon and a figure came out.

It was a large imposing one like a giant but with its shoulders held low like an animal. The light shone on the side and one could see tufts of black hair running from the forearms and a bear head at the top. On a closer look one could see that there was a face beneath the head. A scarred face of a man wielding a large club adorned with spikes.

"The Beast!"

The crowd cheered as the beast in response raised his large club slamming it at the ground displacing a large chunk of it as the debris floated around blurring the arena. The dust settled as the crowd went into an uproar.

"Now..." the Mc continued "for his challenger, making a debut is The Gale."

The Gladiator was a young man, not impressive at all with average body build wearing average Gladiator Armour. The crowd immediately booed at his forthcoming demanding for a better match up. Meanwhile the bets were on as almost everyone put their on the beast.

"Now....let blood spill. Begin."

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The Dungeon was dimly lit by a single small window high up on the wall.

Xavier croaked as he awoke from his slumber. His body ached with several bruises as his chest pained screaming for a drop of water at least.

The door opened rather loudly as a figure walked in. It was that of man probably in his late fifties with a sized potbelly. The man was decently dress in pure white loins adorned with gold jewelry. The man's stride was calm and superior as he reached to the cage and squatted to where Xavier was.

He could now see his face. Two gold rings on his left hand and a crown on his head. And that grin, how could he forget the man who put him there in a cage.

"I've organized that you be brought food and water."

"Why, I thought you planned to starve me to death. Why the mercy."

"No this not mercy for a rebel like you. This is an opportunity am offering to you."

Xavier raised his head, "what do you mean."

"Tommorow at noon you have a fight. Am offering you the opportunity to free yourself, maybe see your friends. All you need to do is fight for me."

Xavier smiled as he squealed a soft laughter. "Why do you think I would do that."

The man leaned on to the cell to whisper. "Or else I'll kill her."

"No you can't"

The man smiled upon seeing the hint of fear in his eyes.

"You know me, that's what I do to traitors."

The man stood up and dusted his hands. "I suppose we have deal."

The man turned to leave and was then by the door before he said, "Make sure you use your unique gift."

The door closed with a bang.

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Xavier took a deep breath as he held the short swords tighter. He opened his eyes and now with his enemy in sight rushed to him.

The crowd was shocked by this but nothing had changed in their minds. It was then they all gasped. His speed... It was as if he flew through the air and within a short amount of time had closed the gap between them.

Xavier crossed his hands such that the two swords formed an X-shape. When he was in range he let them loose as they went for the beast's chest. The club was raised just in time and a loud bang was heard.

The beast lowered the club as the momentum of Xavier thrust him forward only for his face to meet with a solid knee. The coliseum went in uproar by this.

The beast grabbed the lad his head slamming it to the ground. The blow was so heavy that the earth sunk and pieces of it flickered far leaving a dent like a crater.

The beast raised his arms in the air as the crowd chanted his name in approval. "Finish him!" The roared.

It was something strange happened. The earth beneath quaked as the wind blew faster. In a matter of seconds dust swirled the arena blinding the audience. It was like a small whirlwind headed towards one person.

After sometime the wind died down as the dust settled. At the center of the arena was the novice, the Gale but his counterpart could not be seen. Their searching gazes stopped at a lifeless body stuck upon the spikes of the wall. The body seemed to have been dragged cross the spikes as the back skin had been ripped apart and the spikes glistened bright red in the midday sun. It was the'beast'.