User blog:Toa Vorak/Gladiator V: The Row

When i woke up, the place was moving. I was semi-awake, and was overhearing whispers.

"-He challanged Tuman! He must have hurt Tuman to be sent to the Row!"

"Hes an idiot! The grand Emporer gave us a choice: Obey or die"

"I see you didn't follow that rule" rumbled a larger being.

"Whhhhaaaattttt?????" I asked, now aware of what was happening.

"We are on our way to the Row, the most brutal of the Gladiator training schools. Outsiders are used for entertainment." Hissed another.

We were thrown out, in some wasteland of sorts, surrounded by thorns. A green-black warrior walked up, with a patch over his eye. He had an artificial arm, like mine, and leg. He turned to us.

"Alright you lowly filthy maggots, you are all here for crimes to the Empire. I am Master Gresh. Of the 42 of you here, 15 leave this place alive. Prove to me you deserve to live."

A small being, strangely matoran-like, spoke up and yelled:"What are my crimes! I demand to have a proper tri-" There was a flash of lightning as Gresh's staff disentrigrated the small being.

"Fight or Die."Gresh said simply, closing his good eye with content.

"What is to stop us from killing you and leaving!" Asked a nasty green being.

"You all are fitted with...negative reinforcment devices" Said Gresh. "Without me, you all die"

We all began to take sides on the field. I got my masks and devices, and fitted myself with thornax. It was spread all over the place. Then, to my dismay, a brute attacked the defenseless little beings! I ran toward him and kicked him.

"Either them or us!" It said. Spining and giving me a backhand slap. I sent a fire bolt at him, which he easilly parred.

"Have you noticed somthing amiss in this battle?" It asked.

"Outside the fact you're slaughtering weak beings?"

"If you can count, you would notice that there are only 34 of us here. Where is the other 8?"

I looked around. Sure enough, there was not enough to be 40.

"I am Agnam. If you'd be more intelligent, you'd help me elimate anything that could stab us in the back."

"These 'things' as you put them are sentient, and roughly a third of your size"

"They can still-" He began, until a scream was heard as 8 creatures flew down. They brutally killed more of the smaller beings.

"We are Zayjarool, from Zayjar. You are lunch."