Wiran chuckled. "Maybe so...maybe so. But what use is biting if you have no teeth?" he countered, raising an eyebrow questioningly.

"Oh I have teeth..."Onora warned, snarling in a way that almost seemed to bear hers.

"Magic could remove those quickly, my pet," Wiran replied with an absent wave of his hand.

(gone)

"I am not your anything!" she growled before raising to her feet. "I do not belong to you...my body is my own and I will not be reduced to some bald mans slut for the means of his pleasure!"

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When morning arrived, Honorious woke a sleeping Vlad before saying "Change of plans, you're in the ring today at noon"

Vladisk blinked sleepily and looked at Honorious. " What? I'm the ring already?" His heart race.

" I'm not ready," he thought. " I can't concentrate not knowing where Sable is and what Temini will do next. I'll surely die first in the ring."





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"With the Shifters. I'll give you some tips this morning but we don't want to wear you out. You'll need all the strength you can get"

Antius was already out in the ring, outfitted in light armor and holding his sword. He thought of it more as a second part of his arm. It was a part of him more than anything else he owned, and he owned very few things.

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Wiran scowled. This could get rather fatiguing... Locking the door after him, Wiran exited his chambers and went to consult the city library on a matter of magic which he had been mulling over for the past few days.

Vladisk was taken to the armory, where he was outfitted with a breastplate and a helmet then given a sword. It was stiff in his hands and not well-made.

" Lovely," Vladisk thought. " Now I have until the fight to get used to carrying this thing. Sable, my love, I fight for you and only for you."





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