A SLAVE, AN OLD MAN AND A MOUNTAIN GOAT 2.6
The royal soldier surrounded the gladiator with a cocky smile on his human face.
"Here is the Scourge of the Fighters, the Bloody Horn of the West, the Iron Arms. That's what the rabble calls you. But don't deceive yourself, for the king you are just another, nothing more than a simple slave...."
The taurid, a mixture of bull and man, showed no emotion. He looked like a statue. In the darkness of the chamber, a faint glimmer of light reflected off the armor of the eight guards standing nearby. While the soldier, whip in hand, continued his stupid speech.