Chapter 1 The Fight

Here I am again, my body covered in dirt, bruises and blood, I think a cut on my back has come loose, it's going to be an ugly thing.

I look deep into my opponent's eyes it feels like someone hit pause and I can't move. I think his name is Vazzo, he is said to come from a nomad tribe from essos.

His wild strokes and his physical appearance point to it. Brown eyes and a hint of brown hair that is kept short. His nose is the biggest i've ever saw, I think I hit it too hard.

He's also bloody his blood or mine that makes no difference here the only thing that matters is whether you win or lose. I'm more of a winner.

Two boys stand in a fenced circle facing each other their feet dirty from the ground. One had a broken nose and had already received a few punches in the stomach.

The other boy is no better, his face is nothing like it was before with a black eye and split lips. The brown-haired one had just singed another punch into his opponent.

Both are trying to recover and to get some air, a difficult undertaking because a whole pack is standing behind the fence and watching them some cheer them on, some are just greedy to see more blood and some are beating each other up.

If you really stepped on the ground you could see a lot of rubbish but also how a whore just opened her legs for a man who could have been her grandfather.

It is conceivable that the air in such a place with so many people was anything but pleasant, you could literally feel that the air was about to crush you, it was so stuffy.

It's not their first time and definitely won't be the last time for the youngsters to try to keep a cool head in such a situation.

"I'll get you Waters!" Shouts the dothraki boy as he confidently runs toward the others.

'Waters' the word of the savage went around in the other's head.

It's a surname but not one of fame or one that a noble house wore In fact, it's the surname of a bastard from the kingdoms, Because that's what he is.

The bastard takes short but quick steps towards his opponent. From the viewer's perspective you can see how both run towards each other assuming you haven't passed out from the dark beer yet.

Just as they appeared to collide, the Dothraki lifts his right leg to the level of his opponent's abdomen and looks in victoriously.

All he had to do was keep his leg up and the bastard would walk in, it was decided. The boy from the kingdoms knew what his gener would do he tried three times today and in his previous fights too many times.

'Idiots stick to the easy things and don't evolve.'

He jumped about a meter in front of his opponent in the air, he looked for the spot he wanted to hit and swung his fist while hovering just as they should bump into each other, he hits the side of the chin point a short "crak" sealed his victory and the combat partner's broken lower jaw.

The crowds were in great turmoil, striding around celebrating and that's what drunk people do. A fat man proudly walks his plaice through the floor into the ring, he grabs my hand with his fat fingers and lifts it up.

"Jae Waters, the white flash!!" He calls to the people and we turn so that everyone catches a glimpse of me.

While my opponent has long since been taken out of the ring, I'm still standing here and waiting for my wounds to be treated. Not a great victory I think, every single bone hurts me and I can feel some wounds opening up during the fight.

As soon as the adrenaline is gone, you no longer feel invulnerable and these calls from the audience have been meaningless to me for a long time.

It's just a headache that this pack spreads after a victory salute to everyone in the arena I say to the fat man that I'm not feeling well and my wounds are open.

He reacts quickly and accompanies me to a back door, When it came to people, they just couldn't keep it under control and everyone had to pat me on the back as i were a good friend of them.

They wouldn't mind if I lay there it makes no difference to them who is there, only that someone is there on the ground that is important.

Associated with pain, I lie down in the tub with cold water, something floats on the floor, but that didn't matter. I calm down in the tub and clean myself up.

"Uhhh these masses of idiots drink away the money they got for their family, whores around like they're from the iron islands and watch stuff like that while they're at it."

I was disturbed in my thinking when the door opened again. I turn around and see a woman or a girl?

"Wrong door." I expected her to leave but apparently she lost her mind and stayed.

"I'm right here." She says it very badly and almost incomprehensibly.

I take a closer look at her and assume I know what she wants here.

"We were kidnapped here by slave traders I was raped and you beat my brother up you'll pay you son of a bitch." She screams hatefully as she gets closer and closer. In the end you couldn't understand anything anymore because she insulted him in a foreign language

[AN: just imagine that she had mispronounced every third word.]

I'm out of the water now and I'm ready. She was about five meters away from me when she grabs her back and pulls out a long blade.

Jae realized the seriousness of the situation it wasn't looking too good for him she was probably a head or two taller had a knife and with just a little fighting understanding If she were to rip him open, the fact that he wasn't wearing any clothes didn't make it any better.

'I need to keep the blade away from me but I shouldn't focus entirely on the dagger that's a mistake many people make Of course, the knife stab is a jackpot in many cases, but if I only defend that, she can punch me in the pit of the stomach once and shortly afterwards ram the knife into me.

She doesn't seem to be joking as she gets closer and closer her eyes show the madness. Jae continued to step back, trying to maintain the reach, trying to figure out what the best move would be.

"Do not trust that I am a man of honor who will not harm a woman."

"You hurt my brother, now you will suffer, stand still!" She hisses and jumps at me with the knife ready to stab.

I dodge to the right and keep my distance while I keep chatting to her.

"Your brother would have done the same thing if he had any brains but that's the way it is with nomads I think you are wilde and should be treated that way."

She stops and breathes in and out louder and faster. 'I'll have her soon at the point.'

"Was your mother raped too? Your wild father probably wasn't the first and don't be the last. Your mother-"

That was it I had her right where I wanted her written fury and madness across her face as she ran towards me screaming.

Knife in right hand she charges at me I remain standing until she is within reach of my foot and I step my right foot bent sideways against her knee.

Result is a popped kneecap perfect timing as she just moved that forward her knee was an invitation. Getting angry at words leads to anger adrenaline pumping and your self-confidence rising.

It actually sounds good, but anger leads to irrational thinking if I hadn't made her so angry, she would have approached me so thoughtlessly and openly.

"Ahhhhh!" At least half as loud as the audience was celebrating, she screamed with her kneecap on the floor she couldn't kill me.

Wrong assumption, that's what I noticed when she uncleanly shoved the knife into my hip. I noticed how not the pain but the anger came up in me.

"You whore!" I turned a little and grabbed her forehead and threw him down like a ball with the back of his head on the ground. I sat on her and worked her face harder than ever, I don't even know if she's still alive or if she died when she hit the back of her head.

But I didn't care, so I kept hitting her face, left and right, my fists were covered in blood, the floor was stained with her blood. When I then started to grab her head with both hands and to pound the back of her head out of the hard ground over and over again until I got tired.

It must have been a long time because I went black and eyes, probably due to blood loss from the two open puncture wounds.

'So that was my twelfth and last name day.'

Disappointingly, I was wrong again when I woke up. It was a good bed, it felt good, not like the arena floor. Like I was sleeping on clouds.

'Is that heaven?'

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That's the end of the chapter. Thanks for reading. Factual feedback and powerstones are more than welcome.