Old Event: gladiators // locked
The crowd roared as another body fell limp and lifeless to the dirt, but Kaine was deaf to the ravenous cheering. A flick of her wrists cast the thickly dripping blood from each of her twin blades, before a graceful swing had each resting sheathed on her back.
Just one more; one more and that bastard that had her captured promised that she would be released. Kaine gazed around the arena, a listless disgust wrinkling her expression.
"Pigs," she muttered hatefully, watching the a pair of workers waddle up and drag away her latest kill. The crowd jeered and booed, tossing trash and clutter onto the lifeless corpse as it was dragged away, and tossed onto the rather generous heap growing in the corner.
Kaine averted her eyes, shutting down and inkling of guilt before it could register. She would not be bothered with such uselessness; she had things worth living for outside this damn freak show. Just one more, she reminded herself solemnly, just one more.
The crowd roared once more as the gates across the arena swung open. Turning to face where her last opponent would be, she stood a steeled stance and waited, more than ready to be finished with this whole ordeal.
"Bring it on," she invited, fierce and fearless, a snarl twisting her blood-spattered face.
Just one more; one more and that bastard that had her captured promised that she would be released. Kaine gazed around the arena, a listless disgust wrinkling her expression.
"Pigs," she muttered hatefully, watching the a pair of workers waddle up and drag away her latest kill. The crowd jeered and booed, tossing trash and clutter onto the lifeless corpse as it was dragged away, and tossed onto the rather generous heap growing in the corner.
Kaine averted her eyes, shutting down and inkling of guilt before it could register. She would not be bothered with such uselessness; she had things worth living for outside this damn freak show. Just one more, she reminded herself solemnly, just one more.
The crowd roared once more as the gates across the arena swung open. Turning to face where her last opponent would be, she stood a steeled stance and waited, more than ready to be finished with this whole ordeal.
"Bring it on," she invited, fierce and fearless, a snarl twisting her blood-spattered face.