Release the Dog!

[The White Wolf]

“COME ON! I WANNA SEE A FIGHT!” A man screamed. The arena roaring with applause and screaming. Subject 13 was still in the crowd with his slavers as they entered him into the roster. His stomach was trembling in him and he could feel his fear making a rising. 13 had his chains on his hands and a face mask so he couldn’t move his mouth. His collar strapped on tight as the slavers hoarded him up to the ring, they did not put him on the perch until they saw the opponent he would be fighting. Apparently it was a bet so whoever one would get a reward. Of course 13 wouldn’t get anything but a bone if he won. One of the pirates shoved him forward and 13 staggered slightly. His bandages covering the face mask he wore and his red eyes scanning the area. The arena was large…like a football stadium. Only the grass was replaced with sand and several large rocks and broken ship pieces that could be used for cover. It was a no weapons fight except primitive weapons like axes and swords. But it was a fight for strength. No death…that was the rule. And 13 would obey…

 

[Thraishe Krine]

Thraishe walked out, into the stadium. He had come here by his own accord needing money. He wasnt nervous at all about the fight but it had been a long time since he used a...primitive weapon, but he had just the weapon for it.

 

[The White Wolf]

13 looked out into the stadium to see a man walk out into the open area. He looked kind of strange and 13 was hesitant of doing anything but running. But he knew as well as everyone else who knew rumors about 13. He had never lost before…but that did not matter now. It rarely ever mattered what the boy thought. He was strong…but his strength only took him so far without the side effects. The pirates laughed and pushed 13 into the Arena. One of them jumped down and stood next to 13 as he slowly picked himself up. “Don’t mess this up kid.” He snarled, unlocking the chains on his wrist and looking at the man across the stadium. When everyone was ready…13 would be released.

 

[Thraishe Krine]

Thraishe drew a halberd and paced into the arena with a smile.

"this should be fun" Thraishe said with a hint of arrogancy.

 

[The White Wolf]

The pirate shook his head when he saw the weapon that was drawn and reached for 13’s collar. Unlocking it and taking it off 13’s body tensed as he whispered in his ear. “Take him down. No killing…go.” The man ordered. 13’s ears interpreted the order and all of his mental functions shut down when the collar was taken off. The pirate scrambled and ran for the cover of the stands as the people cheered relentlessly. 13’s eyes dilated into slits and a repulsive aura surrounded him as his rose his arms from underneath the white filthy cloak. Two very very long threads were wrapped underneath his cloak around his arms. At the end of each one was a deadly dagger. However the thread was made from a near unbreakable marital and 13 had his own ways of fighting. Growling like a vicious animal all fear and all mercy in his heart was gone. Nothing left but the lust for blood that took over every fiber of his being.

With amazing speed 13 dashed forward to the man yelling. Sand kicking up behind him as if he were a sand worm. His first attack would be a simple punch of the lower region. If he dodged that then 13 would leap into the air and land a mirage of kicks to the man’s face. If he dodged that 13 would use his weapons to wrap around him using the force, and squeeze him like a constrictor.

 

[Thraishe Krine]

With a flick of his wrist, Thraishe brought the halberd down onto the beast child. "What the hell is this thing?" Thraishe thought to himself