Thread: The Queen and the Celt (Sharub & Chaos)

The captain grinned, and nodded his head. Gladly my Queen. He said, and slowly started to walk over, letting the queen finish her speech before doing so. The men with swords slowly stepped back to give him room, and the savage kept one eye on him as he plotted his next move. His face turned sour as she she spoke of tossing him in the cells, putting him into this so called pit. He did not like this idea at all. He would never beg for his life, not as long as breath was in his lungs. As the captain approached, he calmed his mind, and waited until the man was in striking distance. His legs having been left unbound so that he could walk, he was able to duck low past the kopeshs and swing out a leg to bring him off his feet, and as he fell he kicked out and sent the captain into the pool with a large splash. As the first man rush him he was able to grab the man's hands and pulled him in for a headbutt, sending the man sprawling. He got himself moving as the four holding the chains tried to pull him down, and he moved towards the strongest one and rammed his burly shoulder into the man's chest. He then spun around grabbed the chain to the next guy, yanking him off of his feet, before turning to do the same to another. As the next guard came at him with the kopesh, he ducked in low and sent his shoulder into the man's chest, knocking him into the other one behind him. He then made a mad dash toward's the queen herself, and before anyone could get in his way he stood mere inches from her, his hands writhing in anger, oh how he wanted to choke her for such a threat, but he stopped himself, knowing that would be unwise. No. He said darkly, looking down into her eyes, his gaze fierce and piercing. I will fight in no pit. I will never beg for mercy. You will never get that satisfaction from me. He told her with a cold voice, and then looked around the slaves and guards, shocked as this man dared to approach their queen, to speak to her in such a defiant way, but unsure what to do lest he decide to lay his hands on her. Look before you. Even as I am bound by metal chain, and weak from hunger, your men were still unable to stop me from getting to you. They are Soft, Weak, He told her, putting deep emphasis on the words. They are unfit to protect you. Unlike I. Unlike I, who has seen many lands, trained with many combat masters. I had to in order to survive. And I will keep surviving. I will fight in no pit for your pathetic amusement. I will never beg for mercy as long as there in breath in my lungs. He said, looking down at her, his gaze never leaving her eyes. He then held up his wrists, and shook the shackles. Uncuff me. Feed me. And I will again show you how weak your guards are. Or perhaps.... He said eyeing her breasts again, before once more locking eyes with her. Your body is desirable. Offer me Food. Offer me Sex. And I will pledge my life to you. I grow weary of my travels Queen. Offer me that which I desire and I shall protect your life with my own. I am a fair man. I can compromise. He said, and took a step back, his palms spread out as he lifted his arms as high as they would go. What say you queen? Shall I make further fools of your men, or can we come to some sort of deal? I will not ask again.