William was amused, I could tell. His shoulders were silently moving from the chuckle he kept quiet, and his eyes were tightly shut, his hand across his painted black lips.
"It's not fucking funny." I hissed to him as he took another look at me but this time, his amusement were loud, uneven clips of a hearty laugh. I glared at him darkly in return and rolled my eyes.
"Will, it's not permanent, is it?" I asked as he finally stopped laughing and encircled me with interested, watchful, dissecting eyes. His fingers curled around the long tail protruding from my ass and ran them across the leathery skin.
"Did you touch one of my potions again?"
"It smelled like raspberries, what? You wanted me to keep quiet and still while you had something like that lying around?"
His response was just another chuckle and a shake of his head.
"This way, Eve." He simply said, letting the long reptilian tail fall to my side.
The crowd loves the underdog. THere was no denying that, but the man was a complete brute, with sense of honor or even mercy. Fabien wasnt sure if he could face this man; he had heard many stories of his brutal ways, and his huge size, but they were only rumors. And being a gladiator, he wasnt about to let himself be afraid of a rookie.
The gates from both sides opened and as Fabien walked out, almost blinded by the light, he raised the sword into the air, smirking smugly as the crowd cheered his name in fanatical shrieks and shouts. The people of this city were sick beyond help, he had decided and would just focus on entertaining them.
As his opponent entered the ring, cries of harsh boos and racial slurs filled the stadium, though nothing of such came from Fabien. He wasnt stupid. Anyone who was sent to fight him were sometimes war heros and such men, so something like that, could certainly set them off.
This was what the public wanted, but Fabien wasnt about to try to please the crowd, by risking his life, even if it was essentially what he was doing.
His opponent made the first move, almost stabbing him in the stomach and jabbed again, clicking the metals of his sword to the metal of the more experienced fighter's chest plate.
The fight went on too long, and finally they were both kicked off, as they were undesired by the crowd.
Whatever the crowd wanted, it got.
Putting away his equipment, Fabien turned only to feel the cold metal dig gently into the back, right between his shoulders. "Good fight."The voice said and he knew exactly who it was, even without turning around. The soft breath on his shoulder blades was an indication enough.