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The man took only the time to lash the second bar ba tied to his arm
Then sped in pursuit let the family see me do this thing fadraal a thought i am there enemy
Let them think of me as they see me
Now he drew his short blade
I do not fear you haarkan in swine
The ggtidator said
Your tortures cannot hurt a dead man
I can be dead on my own blade
Before a hander lyed finger to my flesh
And i'll have you dead beside me fade out her griin offering now the long blade
The one with a poison try this on
He said unfainted with a short played in his other hand
The slave shifted knife hands turned inside both patty and faint to grapple the nabatanance short played the one in a white gloved hand
The tradition said should carry the poison
You will die hackenon on the gladator guasp
They struggled sideways across the sand
Where fade routhters sheeld met the slaves half shield a blue glow marked the contact the out around them filled with ozone from the field die on your own poison
The slave greeted
He began forcing the white gloved hand inwood turning the blade
He thought carried the poison let them see this faddrafa thought he brought down the long blade felt it clang uselessly against the barbed shaft lashed to the slave's arm
Fade rawghter felt a moment of desperation
He had not thought the barbed shaft would be an advantage for the slave
But they gave the man another shield and a strength of this gladiatator short blalade was forforced inward inexceruably
And fade roughter focused on the fact
That a man could also die on an unpoisoned blade scum fade rather gospep at the key word
The gldeiated his muscles obeyed with a momentary sslackkness
It was enough for faade drater
He opened a space between them sufficient for the long blade
Its poisoned tip flicked out drew a red line down the slave's chest
There was instant agony in the poison
The man diengaged himself staack good backward now let my dear family watch fadrafa thought
Let them think on this slave ve tried to turn the knife
He thought poison and use it against me
Let them wonder how a gladidator could come into this arena ready for such an attempt
And let them always be aware
They cannot know for sure
Which
Which of my hancatat is the poison fade routhor stood in silence
Watching the slow motions of the slave
The man moved within a hesitation awareness
There was an authographic c thing on his face for every watcher to recognize the death was written there
The slave knew it had been done to him
And he knew how it had been done
The wrong blade had carried the poison
You
The man momed paydrough her ddrew back to give death
Its space
The paralyzing drug in the poison had yet had to take full effect
But the man's sloenness told of its advance
The slave staggered ford as though drawn by a string one dragging step at a time
Each step was the only step in his universe
He still clutched his knife
But it's point waivered one day one of us will get you
He goasped a sad little movie
Conorted his mouth
He sat sgged then stiffened and rolled away from fade rather a face down
Faddrafa advanced in the silent arena
Put a toe under the gladdator enrolled him onto his back to give the galleries a clear view of a face
When the poison began its twisting rrenching work on the muscles
But the gladdator came over with his own knife pretruuding from his breast in spite of frustration
There was for fade rather a measure of admiration for the effort
This slave had managed in overcoming the paralysis to do this thing to himself with the admiration came the realization
That here was truly a thing to fear that which makes a man
Superhuman is terrifying as he focused on this thought
Faddrafa became conscious of the eruption of noise from the stands and galleries ies around him
They checheing with utta abandoned
Faddraft had turned looking up at them all were cheering
Except the barren who sat with hand to chin in deep contemplation and the count and his lady both of whom were starting down at him
Their faces masked by smiles
Countfering turned to his lady said um resourceful young man
My dear his uh synaptic responses of it is swift
She said the batton looked at her
At the count returned his attention to the arena
Thinking
If someone could get that close to one of mine
Rage began to replace his fear
I'll have a slave master dda over a slow low fire this night
And if this counted his lady had a hand in it