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Post by REINA SANTIAGO on Jun 11, 2013 14:41:45 GMT -5
People sought out to become gladiators for many reasons. Fame, money, glory could all be found through battles of bloodshed and the cheers of the crowd. Reina Santiago sought no such thing. The only things she desired were power and revenge. The slavers who had once held her captive, forced her to clean their floors and kill other slaves for their amusement would die by her hand the moment she learned of their whereabouts.
The irony that she continued the practice of killing for sport long after she had broken her own chains was not lost on the woman. Even so, the life of battle was the only life she had ever known. Though this time, she was paid for her services with money and jewels instead of a kick to the stomach or a lashing across her back. Unlike the solitary life she led as a slave, she was no longer alone. Despite the chance of facing off against one another to the death, she had befriended a few of the other gladiators. It was against her better judgment, but the other members of the coliseum tended to have similar stories to her own. It was not long before they made their way onto her good side.
One such man had called upon her, asking for some training for his next match in the arena. And thus, she sat on a nearby rock by the waterfall where the two had promised to meet, her eyes gazing upon his form as he entered the area.
“You’re late,” she said simply, though she had only arrived mere moments before Gallarus. She twitched her clawed fingers, wondering how soon he wanted to suffer his defeat, however friendly it may be.
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