((We all start somewhere.))
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((We all start somewhere.))
"Follow us Hunter. Also, outside the presence of the Caliph, speak no english. We can watch a few matches before participating. Likely I will have to challenge someone to get my match, but you, being fresh meat, will get a challenge quickly." They walked inside, going upstairs to a balcony overlooking a pit.
"I'm just dangling here, Alexandra!" Morgoth yelled.
Hunter watched as the men below fought. Aggressive, Emotional, Bravely, Thoughtlessly. He leaned over to Dan and whispered, "Is there any tactics whatsoever or do these guys just slice until someone loses something important?" He asked.
"Sorry!" yelled alex, pulling morgoth into the tiny plane.
"Didn't mean to leave you hanging"
((Tip #1 @ Kittiana:
Don't type, 'alex'. Type 'Alex'. Use capitals and punctuations when needed.))
Morgoth went to the commands. "Okay, take the side-seat. I'll man us back to the lab."
"The ones that survive are the ones with tactics. The rest die."
Suddenly the fight ended. "Now, the winner can choose to challenge someone, or take a challenge, or leave the arena victorious." The winner walked around the ring, listening to the roar of the crowd. His eyes shot up to the balcony.
He pointed at Hunter, roaring in Arabic.
"You've been challenged. Remember, you get to pick weapons. I'll go down with you, so I can translate for you. Just whisper in my ear."
Alex slid into the side seat, letting Morgoth take control.
((sorry, had a bit much to drink will try I little bit harder))
Dameon spit some dirt onto the ground. "The wusses ran off." he laughed, a sound that seemed to be the noise of a laugh in a cave.
Hunter smiled and walked down. As he was walking he whipered, "Has to be melee weapons right?"