Thread: Fight against Warriors (batman4560 et Kathria)

Cassius woke in the same fit of rage that he had every morning in his hot wooden box like room. Rolling his hips to the side and sitting up his bare feet hit the cold stone floor and his massive frame hunched over. Cassius ran his strong hands over his square jaw and thick flat nose, a feature from having it broke so much. His Deep blue eyes were still closed as he stood up and moved to a sitting bowl of water. Picking up the bowl he let the water fall onto his head to cool him. The shaggy, unkept brown hair on his head quickly became matted to his skull before he rubbed his hands on the hair so fast that his hair stuck up in every direction. Now awake Cassius walked to a small mat that had been set up for him by his former trainer. Cassius stretched his body in various poses for long intervals holding each position as long as he could. Then without making any motion to indicate his actions the massive 6'5 man rolled into a leg stretch and started to do sit-ups. He did this for an hour building a massive sweat upon his body and soaking the mat he was sitting on. After an hour had passed Cassius moved to push ups for an hour. The first six hours of his morning went on like this as he switched from exercise to exercise. It was only then that Cassius walked over to a small shelf that held his hardened black and gold trimmed armor. He strapped each piece on starting with his leggings witch tightly hugged his thick legs. Then his protective boots of gold plates with leather soles. His armor was shaped like his body to allow him maximum flexibility and protection at the same time. The pauldron's of his armor were gold like his boots and the gauntlets that he had strapped to his massive arms. Walking up the stairs to the outside he grabbed a bastard sword and a large shield almost the size of himself. Usually in the afternoons he would eat before moving to the training field but this particular morning he wasn't hungry for some strange reason. He moved across the field littered with other fighters and nodded to the ones that didn't want the man dead. Cassius came to stand across from a man who was smaller than he was, as most were but that never stopped the men from sparring with him. Cassius had been born in the arena and only knew this way of life, running drills and practice with various weapons. Commonly he used a flail with a massive spiked ball at the end of the chain or a spiked chain because they could easily bend around shields but since he wasn't attempting to kill anyone, he instead used the sword during practice. On top of that he always added extra weight to himself during training by letting his fellow gladiators strap sand bags to his back and small weights to his limbs. Cassius always struck hard opting to break his opponents weapons and shields and forcing them to submit but on the battle field he used his flail to crush the skulls of his enemy's, giving him the title of Skull breaker. Sitting down for his meal Cassius stayed to himself, often the rage he felt while practicing caused him to be in a bitter mood while eating and just as often caused some unknowing new fighter to lose a hand when saying the wrong thing to him. Many of his scars were punishment for ruining his Dominus's new property and costing him good coin. However Cassius made up for that with his wins in the arena. The man had never been bested and fought at least twice a week since the day he turned ten. Now the man was 25 or so he was often told. He was also the only gladiator under his Dominus to be allowed to keep his armor,and weapons in his small room. In addition he was the only one who was given good meat and meed for every meal. The sun had just started its fall from the sky as the crowd of the arena just a door over started to roar to life. Cassius smiled and wiped the meed from his mouth and stood up. Walking back down the stairs he dropped the blade behind him along with the shield. Once downstairs he pulled the extra weight off him and walked down a hall. He could hear some fool introduce what sounded like a woman to the arena. The little one will die quickly He said to himself as he continued down the hall and grabbed his massive flail off the wall and then his round razor bladed shield. Coming to the end of the hall he stood next to a man that worked for his Dominus who placed his onyx colored lion head helm on his head making sure it was secure he smacked Cassius on the back and let him know it was time. Cassius moved up the stairs and raised his hands in victory as the crowd cheered his name. His deep blue eyes looked across the arena at the small thing and a smile crossed his thin lips. He had the advantage in size and armor but her speed might be better than his, witch could be dangerous if she hit him in the right spot. To intimidate her he flexed his hard defined muscles and roared loudly. His face was hidden behind his mask except his blue eyes witch seemed like they were on fire. Spinning his left wrist his flail started to swing in a circle as he slowly moved at the woman. First lashing out with his shield and spinning with it he let his flail fly out towards the woman's legs hopping to bring her down before she could react.