Chapter 2

Amourn growled as he was dragged into the Arena. 'So much for being a free man!' He thought as he wrestled with the chain around his neck. He looked up and saw the person he was to fight with, a great brute of an orc, wielding a large battle axe. ‘Well done Amourn, you’ve really landed yourself into trouble this time!’ He thought to himself as the chain was taken off of his neck and the orc charged at him. Amourn rolled out of the way of the orc’s first attack but he wouldn’t be able to keep doing that forever. ‘He may be big but at least he’s slow!’ He dodged another attack, only to be struck by a fist flying at huge speed. Amourn hit the wall hard.

“Hurry up and die so I can finish my dinner!” the orc growled.
   
“I don’t plan on dying any time soon!” Amourn growled back. He rolled again and grabbed a dagger that was still on the ground from the last arena fight. ‘Now I can start fighting back!’ He moved behind the orc and stabbed him in the back before rolling away again. ‘So far so good, but it will take a while before this guy goes down.’ He took a quick swipe at the orc, but got punched again. There was no way he could win this fight honestly. The orc was just too strong for him. He’d have to cheat somehow. He looked at the orc, taking in every detail, looking for a weak spot. He’d already established that the orc was slow, but he was also strong and well armoured. Maybe he could try to get the orc dizzy…

“Hey orc, Catch me if you can!” Amourn called. He began to circle the orc, moving as fast as he could. The orc took a few swings but Amourn just rolled under each swipe. “Tired yet?” Amourn asked, jumping over a low swipe and then rolling close to the orc, and stabbing into an un-armoured part of the orc’s leg. ‘It’s working!’

Amourn rolled out of the way of another attack and jumped onto the orc’s back, if he could just find an exposed area of neck…

‘Bingo!’ He held up his dagger and stabbed into the orc’s neck, jumping off as the body fell. He’d definitely warmed up the crowd. That was he was certain about. Maybe he could become a permanent combatant in the Arena? No way. It would never happen.

He left the arena and cleaned his hands in the large basin in the middle of the “red room” before heading towards the exit. He was suddenly called back by someone. “You did good” Owyn said “Ever considered becoming a full time combatant?”

Amourn shook his head “No, and I don’t want to become one either” he said

“Well if you’re sure…” Owyn replied, looking disappointed “But the offer’s still there if you change your mind”

Amourn was tired and needed to find somewhere to sleep. The fight had worn him out. He went to the Tiber Septim Hotel in the Talos Plaza district and paid for a room. He entered his room and looked around. It was quite small but that suited him fine. Big rooms weren’t his thing. He climbed into the bed and soon fell asleep…