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Gladiator, a fierce warrior, a battle hardened opponent, a storm barely held back. He cared not who he fought, merely that he fought and won. Fur soaked in the blood of others and himself, tinted red by their wounds and lightened by the suns rays to an orange. His first victims are his earliest wounds and oldest scars; created during his time as a tyro against the other four of his age. Proudly he displays these scars, clear evidence of when he was the only try to emerge from the Concave having killed all the others.
Amber gold eyes gazed with wild intent, set upon the place of his first true kill. The Concave, many's worse fear and others most glorious day. Gladiator was insane. He, when no other cat would, chooses to train here. Sometimes to even live within its mists for weeks at a time. His paws itched to step foot within its folds once again, heart racing at the mere thought. But should he? What challenge would it be to go alone?
“Darling, I am no stranger to mistakes, but it seems that you are making a mighty fine one if you continue on the trajectory that you seem to be headed in.”
The voice came from just behind him. If he turned his head, he would see another feline that had scars that littered her body. Most of hers, though, were slightly different. Although she had her fair share of battle wounds acquired when she went against formidable partners, Bera E’tani coming to mind in particular, those were not the ones that characterized her face. The fire wounds, the great burns, were so much more apparent. The flames had danced across her skin and left remnants of their burn.
“Which, I mean, you do you, but if you’re planning on getting yourself killed, full disclosure I fully intend to watch.”
A cat who was.... normal in any way would probably not say anything even remotely close to the words that came out of her face. Luckily, she found normalcy boring. There was no fun in being standard issue, and god, did Shae like to have fun.
Gladiator didn't mind scar, even valued them as a sign of strength for only the strong survived. Turning to face this new cat, he found such scars. "Ah, you have fought and survived. Are these the mistakes you speak of? Yet, clearly you still live, so were they really mistakes?" His gaze turned back on the area before him. "I do not fear death and I do not plan to die today. I have conquered this area before, many a times. Now I merely question if I desire to even try such a challenge again when there is no one to be challenged against." What was a challenge without a struggle of some kind? Gladiator had faced this area many times before, but then there had been challengers in the form of other cats or the harsh weather. Now there was no one and the skies were clear of even a cloud.
Shae laughed; as if those were her mistakes. The wounds that marred her skin were mostly from that fire. To believe the fire was a mistake was to believe that destiny's plan that she would one day rise to the top was also a mistake. Maybe this was true. The other scars, the ones less visible, the nic in her ear, she didn't believe any of them were mistakes either. They were just proof that she had lived.
"These? They're my medals of honor," she meowed after her laughing, which lasted longer than probably comfortable, ended. "My mistakes are a little less.. visible." She replied with a shrug. The mistake of love, the mistake of lust, the mistake of giving up power that belonged to her, letting herself be outsmarted. All of these were her mistakes.
The small cat's eyes flashed. "You're looking for a challenge, hmm?" It was almost a dare.
(Gladiator the loyal lapdog follower that jumps when told lol he doesn't even realize who he's talking to)
"Aye! Medals of honor you call them? Yes, I like this term. It better suits such tokens of life!" Gladiator settled down, tail twitching at his sie in his excitement. Clearjoy and pride graced his eyes, a fire burning within their mists. If he was a god of old norse, he'd be throwing a goblet of the finest meed on the ground calling for another. His body was alight with energy, even more so at the inquire of a challenge. A wicked grin, and fur ruffled, he looked half crazed and yet, "what do you have for me?" A challenge was a challenge.
(Ohh. maybe he mentors one of her kits. Basically, he'd be an awful mentor but he'd expect them to be the best or keep practicing until they are or pass out from exhaustion. If they don't all already have mentors.)
( He can mentor one of them, yeah ! Either Finn or Lane, probably? )
Shae watched his posture change, and her own blue eyes dancing. She was fond of cats who were so ready to take up the challenge. They were the kind of cats that she needed to make the Coalition strong again. It had gotten so weak in her absence. Cats as willing as he were the kinds that she could mold, could shape. "I was thinking that we could test your skills? I haven't had a good fight in a while, and it might be interesting to see exactly what you skill level you're at." He was larger and probably stronger than she was, but she was skilled. She had been trained by Primal Instinct first, then Absum Lux. She knew her own skill level, and she wans't afraid of a little pain, even if she was to lose. After all, as much as she was a sadist, she was also a masochist. Pain delighted her when it was earned. "If you're really looking for a challenge, that is."
(God it’s been so long since I’ve done any fight scenes. This will probably suck just a for warning. Especially since they were never my strong suit anyways. I wanna get better at those, main reason I made Gladiator since all he does is fight really lol)
“Aye! I am always up for a challenge. You speak to one who has never back down form a fight!” Gladiator was know for his large size and using it to his advantage. Strength was more his style, definitely not agility as an assassin would use and as Absum Lux was know for. But he’d yet to lose to anyone. The challenges those have him were growing weak, pointless. Something new, someone new was just what he needed.
Her eyes blinked slowly, her lips twitching in amusement. "Go ahead and take the first move, love," she meowed with a purr. She flexed her muscles in preparation. She was always better at defense than offense, whicih was strange. Offense, after all, was something that ran in her blood. Xeadas, Everlastingstar, her grandmother and aunt, they were felines of offense. "I'm curious about your first move."
While she was a cat built on defense, Gladiator was all offense. His attacks were swift and powerful. Though, he may not be the most agile of cats, he's one of the strongest he knows of, and will tell you he's the strongest around. "If you insist, my heda." It would be irresponsible to end this fight quickly and to not show off my skills, Gladiator thought, so I'll start off easy. With a quick rush forward he swiped out at her face, hoping to force her back and corner. His attack continued with rapid, alternating swipes of his paws.
She knew that the intention was to move her back, and she smirked at the effort. She let his first two hits land, mostly because she needed to know exactly how strong the tom was. Before the third swipe, though, she ducked and darted forward. While his body was slightly off balance as he continued to swipe, she was able to get around his paws to knock him back. "Good start," she meowed, before quickly removing herself from his paw steps. She was a fast cat.
“Why, thank you! Excellent maneuver, your grace!” A wicked grin spread across the his face, one wild and pleased. Shae was living up to what he expected of a heda. Now, could she beat him? That what he the greatest feat! Gladiator has stumbled some when she’d shoved him but he’d been quick to right himself. Facing off once more, he lowered his body in await for her attack.
She made no comment in response to his. She wasn't ignoring him, persay, she just didn't have anything of value to add, at least not right away. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she shifted her weight, before sending herself forward towards him. Instead of a full body maneuver, though, the Heda did something much more simple. Her paw slammed against his head, colliding with the base of her skull. Despite her smaller stature, she was surprisingly strong, or at least, when she did this particular movement. She then once again immediately took two steps back, although she kept her weight balanced equally between her paws. Stunning motions, like the one that she had just performed, were some of the best kind for smaller cats, if they were strong enough to pull them off. They left opponents dazed, which helped turn the tables in their advantage.
Her tail flicked, as she narrowed her eyes. "You're either taking it easy on me, or you aren't as strong as you suggest," she then mewed, amusement dancing in her eyes. Ah, an instigator, she was.
