The Story of Taillus, Chapter 6 Options

[Taillus]

* I am sorry if I am moving way too quickly for everyone I am trying to give time to let people read it so in an attempt to make it so much easier on everyone I am hereby limiting myself to only one addition a day I know it will be hard considering now chapter 7 is also ready but I don't want to discourage anyone from reading my story So without further ramblings, here is the beginning of chapter 6! *


Chapter 6 - The Killer Within.

Taillus makes his way to the topside level of the Arena and looks for a seat. He decides to sit close to the arena itself so that he can see all of the details. He was looking forward to seeing what caliber of fighters were entered into the competition and could find himself at an advantage if he could figure out the winner’s fighting styles.

He watched as the spectators began to get antsy at the annunciation of the fighter’s names. From what Taillus could tell, the fighter named Artus was a fan favorite. He watched as the two men walked through opened doors and stand at opposite ends of the arena. The crowd goes eerily silent as both men have three minutes to emotionally prepare themselves.

The one known as Artus stands wearing a full suit of steel armor with a large battle axe and a sturdy steel shield. Artus had taken the liberty to etch a notch into the shield seemingly having one for each man he killed in battle. Taillus quickly counted coming up with an impressive number of twenty three.

The other fighter was a very solidly built Orc. His name was quite hard to announce so Taillus eventually gave up trying to repeat it. Nevertheless, the orc had only a pair of rusted iron greaves and an equally tarnished pair of iron boots. His upper body was completely void of armor and he had a single halberd in his hands.

A man stood at the top of a podium with a large bug shell at his mouth, the way it was shaped allowed his voice to be amplified so that the entire arena could hear him speak, after stating each combatant’s wins versus losses, he raises his hand and signals for both men to begin fighting.

The Orc belts out a bone shaking battle cry as both men charge headlong in each other’s direction. The fighter known as Artus quickly finds himself equipped wrongly for the fight when He ducks behind his shield only to feel the halberd scrape away a piece of the steel armor on his back. The Orc was far too tall for the shield to offer the protection it should have provided.

Artus quickly rolls to the side, abandoning his shield and swings desperately at the abdomen of the large Orc. The orc simply strafes to the side and pierces the fighter’s leg with the superior reach of his halberd.

The man shrieks in pain as he looks to see blood drip from underneath his grieves. The Orc being surprisingly nimble for his size, quickly removes the halberd from Artus’s leg and spins it before him, allowing the blade to catch the fighter in the helm. Artus falls to the dirt covered floor of the arena.

The Orc steps back, giving Artus a chance to get to his feet while laughing a deep, belly laugh and yelling obscenities at the downed fighter.

Artus shakily gets to his feet obviously favoring the leg that had been recently skewered by the Orc’s halberd. He motions for the Orc to continue and he readies his axe. The Orc charges once again but it shocked to see Artus throw his Axe with all of his might. It sails over the shoulder of the Orc, who smiles at his good fortune.

What he fails to notice is that the Axe is on a chain that Artus quickly grabs tightly and spins on his heels before hauling it back to him. The chain loses its slack and reverses direction in mid air. The Orc’s smile fades as he looks over his shoulder just in time to see the axe bury itself deeply in the side of his neck. Artus gives one last pull, bringing the ill fated orc to the ground at his feet.

The crowd cheers loudly and Taillus himself couldn’t help but stand and applaud the quick and clever thinking of Artus. He was going to have to have some tricks up his sleeve in order to remain among the living he thinks to himself before getting to his feet and heading downstairs once again.

[Taillus]

It's going to be hard to leave this for a few days but I am going to focus on the Clash of Titans so hopefully you enjoy this update and I hope it holds you over for a while.

Taillus quickly shoves all of his newly acquired armor and decides to sell it upon sunrise. As he closes his cubby, he is met once again by Vanguard who leans against a nearby wall applauding softly.

“That was quite a good battle Outlander. It seems that you have a skill for ending people’s lives. That poor kid didn’t even stand a chance.” Vanguard states as he begins walking toward Taillus.

“Please don’t remind me. I had no idea people so young could even enter this competition. Before I was aware, my blade was piercing his neck. Why is there not rules stating that age must be looked into before one can enter the competition?” Taillus asks as his stomach feels sick. That poor young man was just beginning his life and Taillus ended it with one swift plunge of his sword.

It brought to light how Taillus will feel for the rest of his life thanks to Molag Bal. He would be forced to kill so many more from here on out and he would have to learn to ignore the overwhelming feeling of guilt.

“You feel sick to your stomach don’t you outlander? You really must be new to this. I assure you that your feelings of guilt will subside and you will learn to ignore what you have done and who you have killed. Do not think of your enemies as people, think of them as Daedric Demons that you are slaying for the good of Morrowind. Remember, this is all for your younger sister.” Vanguard states as Taillus nods.

“Yeah you are right Vanguard. This is all for my sister.” Taillus confirms as he heads for the lavatory. He felt as though he could fill the wasteworks with his vomit he felt so badly and he ran, leaving Vanguard behind as he hoped to remedy the feeling.

Days pass and Taillus defeats opponent after opponent with relative ease. He had no idea that arena battles were so simple. Either he was far stonger then he had originally thought or the men he was fighting were hyped and not as powerful as they thought. Taillus managed to ascend the ranks of the rookie levels within weeks and was a fan favorite in no time.

“I can’t believe this outlander. You have been here only a short time and you have acquired a very large fan base. It took me years to rally enough followers.” Vanguard says as Taillus wipes the blood from his long blade from his most recent battle.

Taillus was beginning to like this life that he led. He could feel well killing this way because these men were not innocent. It was simply a choice of killing or being killed. He had earned a large sum of money from both victory winnings as well as pawning off each opponent’s gear.

It was also great for Taillus since he hadn’t had to endure the invading voice of Molag Bal for quite some time. Things were beginning to change for Taillus and he liked it. He did like it rather, up until the fight coordinator announced the next day’s evening battle.

“Taillus, my sheet tells me that you will squaring off against Vanguard and Artus both in a free-for-all. Best of luck to you my rookie friend, you’ll need it.” The coordinator declares as he starts writing on his paper and turns to leave.

The arena is a harsh place. Taillus knew that it would be for the better to not make friends but Vanguard had helped him out on so many occasions. He suspected that this match would have happened sooner or later but he wasn’t sure he was ready yet. He wasn’t sure he was ready for a free-for-all either.