Kanteca Chronicles Page 4

Once the three were ALL signed up, they were directed to the fighters lobby, just to the right of the table into the door leading up the massive coliseum.
Inside were many fighters already. Many of them were either adjusting armor, cleaning/sharpening weapons, or observing others. The room had a nice homey feel to it, like a log cabin with a hearty fire booming in the fireplace.
Luckily, there were tables spread about so that contestants need not stand. Stryzecenneca, Zaire, and Luther made their way to an empty table by the bar; which happened to be right by the arena entry.
"So......who do we kill first?" Stryzecceneca said blatantly.
"Kill? Oh no no no, you said no killing." Luther replied with, quite amazing, reflexes.
"Did I? But, I wanna kill somebody!" Stryzecenneca's voice was now high pitched and dangerously whiny.
They were now attracting attention from the entire room.
"Stry, calm your demented self down. Luther? If killing happens, oh well. What harm does it do? I mean Some dumb broad is just gonna pop out another human or whatever race we kill anyways right?"
"That's not the point I'm trying to make."
"Oh well...I guess you'll just have t-"
The demon was interrupted by a stout man walking out from the arena entry.
"Attention contestants, we are changing up the fights a little to, er, make them more 'interesting. You will each be grouped into four and will fight as such. Once you have your four please come up to me and I will register your group."
Immediately following, the entire room squirmed into a near riot. People were searching for those they thought powerful. Others merely waited for those that sought them out. Still, others threw there hands up as if to say, 'what the fuck?'.
Zaire, Stryzecenneca, and Luther sat calmly though, trying to take in what just happened.
"Why would they do this? wouldn't this mean more required prize money?"
"Hell if I know. To me it's just more fun, right?"
Stryzecceneca's voice had returned to it's normal echo-ness. "I'm actually going to agree with Fuzzbutt over here. More fun, more money."
Luther sighed in disbelief. "You two, are like little children sometimes."
At that same moment, a small chunk of shining silver armor rose up to the side of the table they were sitting at.
In a gruff voice it said. "Ye three, I need a group for this ridiculous stunt they pulled here. I ask ye not to be mine friends, merely acquaintances."
It took the three a second to realize the chunk of moving armor was actually an over armored dwarf.
"You appear to be over-encumbered, can you even swing a weapon from in there? Hell, we should call you stubby the slow-ass tank."
As Stryzecenneda laughed, The dwarf leapt up onto the table, reached for something on his back, and broke the table in two with a large mace.
"Is that fast enough for ye?"
An old forgotten grin stretched across Stryzecenneca's face.
"You surprise me, Dwarf. I would not have guessed such speed was possible from one as stout as yourself."
"heh, you'd be surprised as to what you can find in a lifetime, Demon."
"I'll keep that in mind." Stryzecenneca turned to the others. "I vote yes for him."
Zaire looked to the dwarf then back to Stryzecenneca. "Sure why not, we may win with him."
Luther, being the wisest of the three, took a minute to think. He kept glancing from the dwarf to the others in the room.
"Alright then, I agree."
The dwarf clamped his fist to this breastplate. "Ragnar be with ye. I be Stalne Windarmor. I assure you I will not be a hinderance."
Zaire held up a goblet, that was definitely not there before and raised it to the dwarf. "I'm Zaire Swiftpaw. I'm a fighter with an assassins agility and mobility."
Luther placed two fingers to his breast plate just above the crescent moon in the center. "I am Luther, Paladin and Servant of Sister Luna."
Stryzecenneca stared deep into Stalne's eyes. "I am Stryzecenneca, Demon of Father and Sister. I am...happy..to meet you acquaintance."
Stalne's hope seemed to falter for but a second. "Thank ye, I shall not be a letdown."
"In any case, we need to go sign up....again."

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