The Gladiator
"We'll see alright." you snap. "I will be the Champion Gladiator today. You might as well hand over the belt, brother."
Velkadin fingers his Champion belt and smiles nastily. Then quicker than lightning, he lashes out with his sword and gives you a long bloody gash on your forearm.
"Ow!" you yelp, clutching your shallow wound.
"Oh, I'm sorry." Velkadin says in mock sympathy. "I assumed you would be able to block that." Velkadin smirks evilly. You sigh, and wrap your cut in a small cloth, knowing that it would affect your fighting performance later. You decide not to try anymore wisecracks from now on.
Velkadin fingers his Champion belt and smiles nastily. Then quicker than lightning, he lashes out with his sword and gives you a long bloody gash on your forearm.
"Ow!" you yelp, clutching your shallow wound.
"Oh, I'm sorry." Velkadin says in mock sympathy. "I assumed you would be able to block that." Velkadin smirks evilly. You sigh, and wrap your cut in a small cloth, knowing that it would affect your fighting performance later. You decide not to try anymore wisecracks from now on.