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almost-white braids flying. But he caught himself, glaring at his brother while dark red blood dribbled from one of his nostrils.
"Speak up, little brother. Tell me how much you've missed me."
What in the Hell was going on? “Why are you two fighting?"
"Long story.” M'yote wiped the blood from his upper lip with the back of a gloved hand. “He's been jealous of me almost four-hundred years."
Solvun went for M'yote's blue throat. M'yote ducked. And the ridiculous battle of wills played out between Pralls and !Dakos as the crowd watched in silence.
I was so damned screwed.
Suddenly, a severe screech ripped through the stadium.
Something told me not to look. But when in a foreign Rome, one needs to keep the odds of survival in her favor. I turned to the descending stone ramp I had crossed, descending into this snake pit.
What was that ? The biped was almost as tall as the !Dakos males, covered in shaggy gray fur, with two glowing yellow eyes, and a mouth filled with sharp yellow teeth, extremely capable of ripping out a voice box.
"Run, captain! Find higher ground,” M'yote yelled.
No need to tell me twice when my gut was screaming get the hell out of Dodge. I pivoted and made a beeline for the wall beyond Flonn.
Flonn shoved the hulking beast across the arena and turned to me. “Your foot.” He thrust his hands down into a step and waited for me.
Stirrup? Okay. I veered toward the offered helping hand, stepped into it, and found myself thrusting toward the top of the wall.
A wall at least a foot in thickness. Beyond of which sat so many pairs of oddly-colored !Dakos eyes watching me that I dared not face them. Knowing better than to give my back to the enemy, I had to believe Flonn knew what was unfolding, wouldn't leave me with the wolves, and squatted, watching the melee below.
The gray two-legged thing seemed akin to a Sasquatch. That was as good an assessment as I could make. And the way the creature raced toward Solvun and M'yote didn't make me feel any better. Heck, those were my charges. My responsibility. What point would it be to return empty-handed?
For some ungodly reason, the urge to leap back into the gloom overcame me.
Weapon. I needed something... I scanned the crowd at my back.
Large massive bulldozers. The gorgeous !Dakos. Geesh. It's hard to believe women just didn't line up to depart with these males wherever their spaceships landed. Trouble had to arise from the males of the females’ cultures. Territorialism. Oh well, one had a nice knife tucked into the shaft of his boot. Would he just give it to me?
"Hey!” I shouted. Like a moron. Like he'd just hand over.
A good thirty sets of fluorescent eyes of every jeweled color locked onto me.
"Not everyone.” I pointed at the redhead. “You. Can I borrow your knife?"
The thirty or so !Dakos expressions went blank.
Great. They have to discuss giving little ole’ me a knife.
The redhead blinked and handed me the butt of his blade. “Be careful, little female."
So, they wanted a little entertainment? No problem. I stepped back to the wall's edge and thrust the knife into the shaft of my boot.
Solvun faced the roaring gray beast while M'yote tried to leap over his cape where he'd tossed it on the ground. The Sasquatch lunged at Solvun's muscled form.
What now?
Solvun grabbed the thing's waist, hefted the squalling beast upward, and tossed it across his body toward M'yote.
Howling in laughter. The jerk.
M'yote ducked left as the gray bundle of matted fur tumbled to the stone floor and rolled a few feet away. “That was not nice, brother.” M'yote put as much distance as he could between himself and his new attacker.
Even though that meant he'd be thrust right back into Solvun's personal space.
Great. I report for duty and wind up in another chapter of a never-ending sibling rivalry. Can we say what's the point? I'm going to free one nobleman only to find them both trying to kill each other after we break out of this
"Speak up, little brother. Tell me how much you've missed me."
What in the Hell was going on? “Why are you two fighting?"
"Long story.” M'yote wiped the blood from his upper lip with the back of a gloved hand. “He's been jealous of me almost four-hundred years."
Solvun went for M'yote's blue throat. M'yote ducked. And the ridiculous battle of wills played out between Pralls and !Dakos as the crowd watched in silence.
I was so damned screwed.
Suddenly, a severe screech ripped through the stadium.
Something told me not to look. But when in a foreign Rome, one needs to keep the odds of survival in her favor. I turned to the descending stone ramp I had crossed, descending into this snake pit.
What was that ? The biped was almost as tall as the !Dakos males, covered in shaggy gray fur, with two glowing yellow eyes, and a mouth filled with sharp yellow teeth, extremely capable of ripping out a voice box.
"Run, captain! Find higher ground,” M'yote yelled.
No need to tell me twice when my gut was screaming get the hell out of Dodge. I pivoted and made a beeline for the wall beyond Flonn.
Flonn shoved the hulking beast across the arena and turned to me. “Your foot.” He thrust his hands down into a step and waited for me.
Stirrup? Okay. I veered toward the offered helping hand, stepped into it, and found myself thrusting toward the top of the wall.
A wall at least a foot in thickness. Beyond of which sat so many pairs of oddly-colored !Dakos eyes watching me that I dared not face them. Knowing better than to give my back to the enemy, I had to believe Flonn knew what was unfolding, wouldn't leave me with the wolves, and squatted, watching the melee below.
The gray two-legged thing seemed akin to a Sasquatch. That was as good an assessment as I could make. And the way the creature raced toward Solvun and M'yote didn't make me feel any better. Heck, those were my charges. My responsibility. What point would it be to return empty-handed?
For some ungodly reason, the urge to leap back into the gloom overcame me.
Weapon. I needed something... I scanned the crowd at my back.
Large massive bulldozers. The gorgeous !Dakos. Geesh. It's hard to believe women just didn't line up to depart with these males wherever their spaceships landed. Trouble had to arise from the males of the females’ cultures. Territorialism. Oh well, one had a nice knife tucked into the shaft of his boot. Would he just give it to me?
"Hey!” I shouted. Like a moron. Like he'd just hand over.
A good thirty sets of fluorescent eyes of every jeweled color locked onto me.
"Not everyone.” I pointed at the redhead. “You. Can I borrow your knife?"
The thirty or so !Dakos expressions went blank.
Great. They have to discuss giving little ole’ me a knife.
The redhead blinked and handed me the butt of his blade. “Be careful, little female."
So, they wanted a little entertainment? No problem. I stepped back to the wall's edge and thrust the knife into the shaft of my boot.
Solvun faced the roaring gray beast while M'yote tried to leap over his cape where he'd tossed it on the ground. The Sasquatch lunged at Solvun's muscled form.
What now?
Solvun grabbed the thing's waist, hefted the squalling beast upward, and tossed it across his body toward M'yote.
Howling in laughter. The jerk.
M'yote ducked left as the gray bundle of matted fur tumbled to the stone floor and rolled a few feet away. “That was not nice, brother.” M'yote put as much distance as he could between himself and his new attacker.
Even though that meant he'd be thrust right back into Solvun's personal space.
Great. I report for duty and wind up in another chapter of a never-ending sibling rivalry. Can we say what's the point? I'm going to free one nobleman only to find them both trying to kill each other after we break out of this
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