"Yorlund, that was cold even for you." I said to my party leader.
"Well Miaa, I'm not gonna babysit an unpredictable killing machine. This is better, he gets to fight his heart out like a true savage and we get paid!" said Yorlund, arrogantly refusing to even look at me.
"I agreed with Yorlund, Miaa..." said Kieran, showing his cowardice boldly.
"Kieran! I understand Yorlund being like this but you too? It's disgraceful!" I scolded Kieran.
I know halflings are cowards and humans are tricksters but this too much. When I left the mansion to be an adventurer I didn't think...I thought it would be better than this.
"That's it Yorlund, this was the final straw. I quit!".
...Meanwhile, in the Colosseum holding area....
What in the flying monkey dick fuck!? That bastard sold me off!
I'd like to say I saw this coming but, to be honest...I seriously didn't. Damn it Yorlund! I thought you were a cool, but awkward guy! Like my moms boyfriend, you didn't know how to talk to me, but at least you tried!
Now I know it was all a facade! And I was mad, but now I'm just kind of sad...fuck! Here I thought I had finally made friends!
"Freshie! Are you just gonna stand there all sad or what?"
Wuzzat? I turn around to see what is definitely a dark elf wear some old school roman gladiator gear. Real on the nose this place...
Anywho, that was super rude. BUT before I try to ruin his entire face for that, I'm gonna look at his status to see if I can actually take this guy.
Blip!
[Basic Info]
Name: Thurston Elmhurst
Race: Dark Elf
Skills: [Greater Bow Mastery] [Finer Sword Mastery] [Powerful Blow] [Lower Combat Awareness] [???] [???] [???] [???]
Talents: [Survivor]
Class: Archer
Sub-Class: Gladiator
[Stat Info]
Level 82
HP: 6,355/6/355
Stamina: 8,900/8,900
Mana: 89/88
Power: 233
Vitality: 187
Dexterity: 100
Intellect: 78
Holy shit, he would've fucked me up. I literally cannot even see half his skills.
"Not a big talker? Well whatever. Don't be too sad some humans sold you out, that's pretty normal around here. Demi humans like us are accepted, but not treated well."
Oi, if this guy is a tsundere I'm gonna cry.
"Since you're new, I guess I'll have to watch over you, not like I enjoy babysitting though."
This is beyond precious...well, it would be if he wasn't likely able to brutally murder me.
"Follow me, I'll give you the 'Palace Tour'. Heh..."
For about 20 minutes, Thurston showed me around the massive holding room, around 120 other people in here and around 35 varying beasts, all wearing chains. Except 4 people, oddly enough.
Thurston, a big giant pig man, what looks like satyr woman, and someone who I am 99% sure is a woman but is trying hide it by wearing armour. Does this world have transgender people? Is that normal, or are they like, super weird by this worlds standards? I mean with the medieval setting and all, I doubt it.
Hold on, why am I thinking about this? I'm in a survival situation, who gives a shit about this kind of stuff right now? I swear to god, I'm crazy. Talking to myself like this makes me feel like I'm actually insane..
Maybe its a side effect of the whole omni brain thing? Gah! Who gives a shit!?
"Freshie, you okay there? Need to shit?"
No, Thurston, I don't need to shit. I NEED a psychiatric evaluation.
"Hrmph, anyway. My name is Thurston, what's your name big fella?"
I uh...I forgot he didn't tell me his name. This appraisal thing might fuck me over if I'm not careful with my information, even something as simple as names. Speaking of names, what should I tell him?
I mean, I'm not particularly attached to my actual name and all, it never really fit me.
"Buh.."
I can't believe that sound came out of my mouth, thanks for that, brain.
"Don't have a name huh? Well, no matter. You'll earn one soon enough, if you survive that is. When they process your info to see what your level is, you'll be geared up for a battle. If I had to guess...you'd be around level 60."
Oh please, you give me too much credit, I'm actually a punk ass bitch. I'll run if I have to, make no mistake. Some people are made for violence, physically I'm made for it. But mentally, I seriously hate to hurt people. Honest!
But when it's all you're good at...well you gotta make a living right? This gladiator shit is different though, literally a slave now. So! I'll bust up whoever necessary...probably.
"Ah, looks like it's your time."
Pardon?
"EOUWH!?!" I let out a very unmanly sound as I felt a shock in my lower back. When I say shock, I mean a fucking lightning bolt. It does not feel amazing, tell you what.
I turned around, looking to see who decided that I'm a lightning rod, only to see a scary as hell looking guy wearing dark purple robes with golden trim on it. Face tattoos, are also a prominent feature on this freak show. (Pot calling the kettle black, eh?)
"Come, beast. It is time for your evaluation."
The robed man, who I assume is some gross slaver wizard, order me to follow him. Which I did, because I like to not be filled with electricity. It tends to hurt, you know?
I followed the robed wizard-slaver-man down a corridor, out of the cage, and into a room with a floating crystal ball in the middle of said room. Fucking. Spooky.
"Place your hand on the orb, filth."
First it's beast, now its filth? Oh I'm definitely revenge-murdering you later.
I put my big ole baseball mit hands on the orb, a hologram popping up.
Blip!
[Basic Info]
Name: N\A
Race: Ripjaw
Level: 45
I'm sorry, that's it? That's alllllllll the info you get? My name race and level? Dude, I might be better off than I thought.