Hearing the shuffling of feet and rattling of waist side key rings outside of his cell, had it already been one full rotation, getting to his feet, Karai turned his head to the side to shield his eyes as radiant sun illuminated his cell revealing the many faces crammed inside."Aye you..." a sloppy obese key holder yelled in from the slid open peep hole. "Lord Mongul summons you to the arena." Waiting a few moments the guard hears no movement within. "Well, come on, I will not suffer my Lords wrath for your sluggish response." the keeper reasserted getting impatient, thinking of his Masters impatience. Unhinging what appeared to be a baton from his waist, the keeper decided he wanted to flex his authority in front of the populace. Pressing a hidden button on his batom the end pointing away from the man flared up, flinging to the side it morphed into a full fledged high frequency electrical whip, "Upgrade to the standard issue, since your last break attempt" Streaking the whip into the cell the man meant to strike fear using Karai as the example. It was a head on frontal attack, opting to dodge with a simple side step, his feet got caught up in the shackles lack of slack, getting nowhere Karai raised a forearm in defense, takinf the direct hit, the blow must have severed a few tendon as his right arm dropped lifeless by his side as the gauntlet weights covering his hands took over...the other prisoners inside verbally protesting, "Come on, didn't he fight yesterday, it's got to be someone else's turn!!" The keeper growing more intolerant lashed his whip again at the ground causing sparks to fly scaring and silencing the room all in the single motion, "I do not make the rules, only one makes the rules here on War World and that's the strongest fighter and fearless leader Lord Mongul...I simply enforce every breath he takes" "And as long as he has he eyes on this, this HALF-BREED, the boy will continue to fight and in time he will become our greatest weapon."
Grabbing Karai by the collar of his tattered standard in prison garb: a now dingy pastel tank top, that used to be whene and a frayed tattered tan jumpsuit with his prisoner ID # sewn right into it, 707..Attempting to pull Karai out the cell by force, the keeper met an impasse when Karai shackles again halted his movement, "Alright the lot of ya come on..." Two more figures standing up and stepping in line behind Karai they filed out into what they found to be a one way large corridor which housed all the cell, there's was just futherest back.
Moving down the hall in the only way available, the trio and guard soon cane to a large collessum door, the disproportionately obese man leaning up against doors the slowly creaked open allowing the corridor to be filling with yammering incoherent voice of the audiences boo's and cheer's...Shoved through the threshold, the two shackled to him had no choice but to follow suit before the doors were abruptly shut behind them...hearing the synchronized trumpeting of a new challenger pierce the sound barrier that was the audience, Karai hearing a slight beeping coming from his containment gauntlets, a device turning inside his gauntlets Karai felt pressure release from around his hands and forearms before the contraptions freed themselves from his arms dropping between his feet leaving a small crater in the ground revealing there deceptive weight, the two accompanying shackles also released as if by the flick of switch. Looking at the wound on his arm Karai stuck his finger in his wound purposely cause pain to ready himself for battle, squatting down just enough to touch his former gauntlets, Karai began absorbing their properties creating a full body armour for himself to aid him in this upcoming battle, this was his second to last round before he could taste freedom, win this match and the next and he would be a free man...
Grabbing Karai by the collar of his tattered standard in prison garb: a now dingy pastel tank top, that used to be whene and a frayed tattered tan jumpsuit with his prisoner ID # sewn right into it, 707..Attempting to pull Karai out the cell by force, the keeper met an impasse when Karai shackles again halted his movement, "Alright the lot of ya come on..." Two more figures standing up and stepping in line behind Karai they filed out into what they found to be a one way large corridor which housed all the cell, there's was just futherest back.
Moving down the hall in the only way available, the trio and guard soon cane to a large collessum door, the disproportionately obese man leaning up against doors the slowly creaked open allowing the corridor to be filling with yammering incoherent voice of the audiences boo's and cheer's...Shoved through the threshold, the two shackled to him had no choice but to follow suit before the doors were abruptly shut behind them...hearing the synchronized trumpeting of a new challenger pierce the sound barrier that was the audience, Karai hearing a slight beeping coming from his containment gauntlets, a device turning inside his gauntlets Karai felt pressure release from around his hands and forearms before the contraptions freed themselves from his arms dropping between his feet leaving a small crater in the ground revealing there deceptive weight, the two accompanying shackles also released as if by the flick of switch. Looking at the wound on his arm Karai stuck his finger in his wound purposely cause pain to ready himself for battle, squatting down just enough to touch his former gauntlets, Karai began absorbing their properties creating a full body armour for himself to aid him in this upcoming battle, this was his second to last round before he could taste freedom, win this match and the next and he would be a free man...
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