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The battle was intense and quite unexpected. Although Aren had placed money on the newcomer, most had actually bet on Argider. The stats would not lie; that was their hope. The great beast of the man went for the easy win. Aren had seen him enraged in the fighting ring. It often left a bloody pulp in the place of the man that had been sent against him. She often hoped that she would be able to win and earn enough to own Argider one day. He would make an excellent Coliseum fighter and he would make her money both here and there. It was undeniably a good investment.

Her eyes fixated on Woe as he was scooped up in the giant man's arms. There was something about the whole process that made Aren blush. It was fleeting as she quickly collected herself, but those around her missed it only because the fight was heating up. The newcomer reared his head back and used it as a weapon. Aren winced before cheering with the others that had bet on Woe. It was a bold move. It jeopardized a lot of good brain cells. Of course, slaves did not need those to survive in Augiery. They need courage and strength. Woe had at least one of those.

The battle ended quickly. Several took note of the polite way that Argider set the man down. It was benevolent and respectful; his way of placing Woe as an honorable warrior. Even though the women did not wish to admit it, the slaves had their own way of communicating and surviving amongst each other. Much of it was built on respect and honor. Aren huffed. Hisses, boos, and cheers intertwined as everyone realized that the fight was over. Then the bookies began to move.

"Pay up."

"You know I'm good for it. You just handed me the money last fight," Aren purred, flashing a white smile. The bookie did not seem phased. She handed him the stack of golden nel with a miffed shrug.

"I know you Arenma. You have been known to duck out on your bets and suffer the consequences."

"What can I say? I prefer my money in my pockets."

"Pleasure doing business," the bookie stated before going off to collect on the next person. Meanwhile, Arenma kept flexing and extending her fingers in an irritated fashion. She turned to focus on Argider, who was recklessly calling out in Grovokian as if he had any right to the freedom of speech. Slipping through the crowd to the lower levels, Arenma reached one of her favorite ring mistresses. Aren managed to catch her ear long enough to make a suggestion. It would hopefully knock the Lothar down a peg and punish him for causing her to lose.

The slaver went through the crowd, tapping three of the largest men she could find. All of them had previously fought Argider and lost. Their cruel smiles hinted at the desire for revenge. These men would clearly work together to drop the Lothar into the sand. Arenma chuckled to herself, moving around the ring to inspect her fallen knight.

"Ondo egongo al da?"

The slave merely nodded in response. Many understood basic and frequently asked questions at the Lurpeko; however, they were unable to speak Augiery's native language. Arenma was satisfied with the answer and stood idly to watch Argider fall and wait for Woe to wake up.

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"Ondo egongo al da?" - "Will he be alright?"

Boo, lost the bet. I have deducted the appropriate monies from my ledger.
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Being a knowledgeable of Argider's battle history, at least his recent bouts, Arenma was able to pick out some fighters that really did have it out for Argider. They stepped quickly to the red line, letting Argider get a glimpse of them before crossing it, so he would know what he faced.

The first to cross the line was Cambor, a Biqaj they called the Knot-Maker, a practitioner of submission grappling techniques, who'd found more than he could handle in the larger Argider in previous fights in Lurpeko. He smiled, mock-bowing to the giant before stepping back, just far enough not to cross over the red line once more.

The next was Lihanok. He'd been a combatant in arenas all around the world of Idalos, before being tricked into captivity by a crafty Naerrik. He was a great master of weapon combat, and fairly good at unarmed striking techniques as well. He'd had a few bloody bouts with Argider before. Although a martial artist of his caliber had the temperament not to hold a grudge, Argider would probably surmise that he wouldn't hold back this time, even as Argider found himself outnumbered.

Finally, was Sverrik, another Lotharro who didn't share Argider's unique form of respect for his fellow slaves. He was the dirtiest fighter in recent memory of Lurpeko, pulling out all the stops to bring himself victory, and using brute might to back up his tactics. In the slave pits, he takes initiative to destroy anyone who he deems a threat in a twisted form of survival politics, as well as anyone who singles him out for his dishonorable tactics. Argider was among the few to have bested him in the Lurpeko.

Sverrik was the first to speak, since he hated Argider more than any of the others, "I'll chew up your manhood, and vomit the remains into your corpse's mouth, Meatslab."

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Woe didn't wake as the bout began. If Arenma had a mind to, she could inspect him more closely. Along the line of his right cheekbone, a brand in the shape of a sword was burned, the sign in Rynmere of a freed slave. He still wore the clothes that he'd been brought in with, sans the shirt. He appeared to be undamaged physically for the most part, though his head looked worse for wear with the headbutts he'd delivered to Argider.

The physician's assistant saw to his headwound, trying some foul-smelling herbs under his nose to try and waken him so he wouldn't become simple from the headwound. He stirred a bit, but didn't seem to wake up just yet.
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As his opponents stepped from the throngs, one by one, Argider eyed each of them. He knew when the first, Cambor the Biqaj, stepped in that it was not only going to be him. The fighters had all faced off against each other on more than one occasion, but he knew that Cambor's presence was not a solitary one. Argider's defeat of him had been swift, and the odds would have been insurmountable against the Biqaj submission artist.

Then came through Lihanok. Argider's face split into a smile now, his fierce gaze landing on the combatant with a tempered respect. The last time they'd encountered one another, they were forced to end the bout because neither refused to give up. Argider had suffered a few broken ribs and a purple face, and Lihanok faced the whip for being unable to perform his work duties the next day. Argider knew that the man would unleash everything he had, despite having men on his side. Fair wasn't really the name of the game.

But it was Sverrik that caused Argider's smile to fade. The fighter could barely be called such, as he depended more on a coward's tricks than actual skill. He was not above biting, spitting, clawing... He one time stomped Argider's manhood. In his first bout he could remember, Argider had faced off against the fellow Lothar and had expected a honourable fight. There was no such thing. The man threw dirt in his eyes, and then attacked his groin. In their second meeting, it had gone much the same way. But this time... Argider expected the man to be a coward. He would not fall prey to the same ruses.

"Back for more?" Argider's Grovokian was decent, but it was his smirk that cemented the insult. His words carried to Arenma, and even amidst the chatter of bets and odds, she heard it. It drew her attention. She knew the tone, she knew what was to come...

"Who will be the first to join the new guy?" He snarled at them, and assumed an aggressive stance. He was considerably larger. "Come on, you syphilitic dogs." Fingers tensed into fists. It was going to be a fight he may lose, but they'd pay dearly for it.
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Argider was a bold asshole if ever she saw one. To aggravate an opponent was appropriate but three of them at once was asking for it. Arenma raised an eyebrow. Did Argider really thing that he could beat three very strong fighters at once? Maybe he could best them in individual combat. After all, he already had. Yet, each of them had their own tactics and she knew one of them could play dirty. Arenma only shook her head. No, it was not a bet that she felt comfortable taking. If she put money on Argider, she would surely lose. Meanwhile, all around her, nel passed from owner to bookie and back from the last fight while additional wagers were placed. Some bet that Argider would knock down one of the three before getting taken out while others said he would make it past two of the opponents. Very few thought he would beat all three and others weighed the numerical odds and bet against him. There were a variety of bets being slapped around in Grovokian, all which only vaguely interested Arenma. There was something else about Argider that made her antsy.

She wanted him all to herself.

Lithrae could train him and together, the three of them would make oodles of money. Then, there were other reasons that she wanted him personally. Desires that were best kept at the back of her mind. To keep her temperature low, she averted her eyes to the still unconcious Woe. Slowly, she moved towards him. With a sweep of her hand, she cast the other slave away. He was finished with his work anyways. Arenma stepped over him until she had one leg on either side of his hips. Her chest went lower first before her knees eventually bent as well. Straddling the slave, Arenma took a look at his features.

He was becoming shaggy, as most slaves were with dark hair and whiskers. The curly hair atop his head appeared to be matted with sweat and some blood from his fight. She suspected that it was naturally unruly. What slave had combs and brushes to keep themselves in immaculate condition. Arenma reached a manicured hand out to him, the purple nail polish the same hue as her eyes. She brushed some of the matted strands to get an idea of his resting features.

He too, could be trained by her sister and become a formidable fighter in the ring. With enough money, Arenma could have her own little harem of fighters to pick from and eventually control the odds within the Lurpeko. Was it dangerous? Absolutely. Already gambling gangs were popping up like cave bunnies in efforts to control the odds. The more slaves that were personally owned by members, the more likely the fights could be staged. Arenma wanted to be one of them.

"Niri borrokatu egingo al duzu?" Arenma whispered in Grovokian, knowing full well that the cheering from the other watcher would drown her out and his inability to understand her language protected her.

She remained on the slave in the provocative position, flipping her dark hair over her shoulder so she might watch Argider do his work.

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"Niri borrokatu egingo al duzu?" - "Will you fight for me?"
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Name: Woe

Knowledge:
Endurance: Recovering from a tackle
Endurance: Surviving a bearhug
Endurance: Taking a shot to the crotch
Sociology: Meritocracy of the Slave Pits
Tactics: Lowering your value as a target
Tactics: Staying out of range until ready to fight
Unarmed Combat(Striking): No arms? no legs? headbutt!
Unarmed Combat(grappling): Exploiting an opening
Unarmed Combat(grappling): Striking while in very close quarters
Unarmed Combat(grappling): Using leverage to pop a joint out of its socket
Unarmed Combat(Striking): Attacking nerve endings to increase pain

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Injuries: Beaten up, bruised, a concussion and a broken rib!
Renown: N/A
Magic XP: N/A

Points: 15
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Comments: Augiery has always been one of the most interesting cities in Idalos for me. I love how you described Woe’s new life there. He’s dealing with it very well in my opinion. If Tristan were in his place, he would probably break down and cry and refuse to eat. Your fighting scenes were also quite well written. Good job! It’s a pity Woe’s stay in Augiery ended so abruptly due to the city closing though (for me, as the reader as I enjoy such threads – Woe himself is probably better off now that he’s not a slave anymore)!
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