In all fairness, he wasn't expecting the journey to be such a long one and in the end, the taste of meat drew him towards his horse, now most people say horses are friends and don't deserve such a treatment but sadly Vis was a dog person and he was sure that the owner who he paid and promised to return the animal would be annoyed unless the gladiator never returned which caused him to smirk happily as he chowed down on the large amount of meat that was slowly smoking on a stick.

Waking up he wasn't expecting to be carried by a few natives on a large stick which resulted in him letting out a large groan "So I really gotta ask, why in the seven hells would you choose me, I really don't taste that great" which simply resulted in a smack in the face which caused a few curses to flood out of his mouth, for the next few hours of having dead arms and legs he finally got his wrist lose enough to slide out. However, the blood must have pooled in his head because he didn't work his legs in any way causing him to face plant the dry ground with a pained yelp and even at the escape attempt the natives walked on dragging the large man over the sharp rocks and sand resulting in a more uncomfortable ride.

Luckily enough the travel was cut quick by a sharp blow to the head by a rather large rock and allowed a few peaceful moments of rest until waking up in a cage with a banging headache, dried blood coating his forehead and a rather large orc on the other side bearing its teeth and wielding a rather large rusty mace that seemed to be coming towards Vis rather fast, luckily the Arena taught him to dodge first, ask questions later and managed to crawl through the beast's legs now he suddenly felt annoyed as he commented "How come the massive guy gets a weapon but all I get is my fists" as the man finished shouting his complaint he was pushed hard against the side of the cage feeling a stab of pain in his arm as a spike of metal stuck from his arm, with gritted teeth he yanked himself off narrowly avoiding the mace more worried about the rust than the broken bones it could cause. its at this point he allowed his small mana reserve out to increase his strength grabbing the orc and throwing the orc against a spike causing it to roar in pain, knowing his spell wouldn't last for long he quickly slammed its face on the metal below hearing the sizzle of flesh against it before slamming a fist against the back of its unprotected head slowly Vis's fist slowly turning red from the beating then suddenly the body erupted in flame pushing the gladiator back and being slowly pulled out the cage by many hands.

He sat in a room with many other beaten men, looking at the rusty weapon he now has gained he realised that this was a lot more alike with the arena that he had first thought and it caused him to worry his gaze shifted to his feet burnt badly from the cage deciding to rip his shirt wrapping it around as a makeshift shoes before staring off across the room, "And you are?" he asked to the stranger just barely hidden in the darkness.

On the list of places she never wanted to visit, Eyota Etu was at least in her top ten. Evridiki slugged through the heat, cautious of anyone who might have tried to attack her. Although she knew the people of this place to be relatively peaceful, its location was less than ideal for wearing her heavy armor. Of course, she would never take it off, instead favoring her own safety over comfort with all the recent uproar that was brought about by the warped spire. Knowing this, the half-angel kept one hand constantly on the hilt of her sword, ready to attack at any moment.

Despite her reluctance to visit the area, however, she simply could not reject a request made by one of her friends back in Mamlak. Before they had heard news of anything going on in Eyota Etu, her friend's fiancee had mysteriously disappeared while on a delivery mission there. The situation itself was strange, only made worse by the wrath of the gods. In fact, Evri held little hope that the man was even still alive. Even with her best efforts, she couldn't learn from anyone what was happening in the city. All anyone would tell her was "Get away from here" or "You don't want to know". Frustrated and exhausted, Evridiki momentarily let her guard down to think about what could possibly be so terrible that it could prevent anyone from describing it. That was her first mistake.

Her second mistake was not flying out of there while she had the chance. Her bright red eyes flashed up when she heard the sounds of approaching footsteps, and she found herself surrounded by rugged, bloody warriors, each brandishing a weapon of some kind. She assumed they had been drawn to her shiny armor and drooping wings. During this moment, she had the opportunity to escape and ask for help, but she foolishly thought she could fight all of them at once. It only took two seconds for her to be out cold and on her way to the arena. By the time she woke up in the cage, all she could feel was the burning metal against her bare flesh. Her kidnappers had taken all of her armor, save for her boots, leaving her with her tunic and pants, neither of which offered much protection. At least they left her sword.

A wild screech rang out in the cage, drawing her attention to a psychotic-looking man with muscles bigger than her head. Without any more warning, he charged at her, and it became clear what the purpose of this place was. Her friend's fiancee was dead. Acting quickly, she flew up off of the burning floor, took her sword, and lunged at the man. Her blade pierced through his abdomen as it burst into flames, and she ripped it upwards, slicing through his torso all the way to his shoulder. He went down too easily, and the guilt was already plaguing her mind. She needed to get out before this happened again. Chains were thrown around her, forcing her into a room filled with battered and broken fighters. With no way to escape, Evri went into a dark corner of the room to try to form a plan. She watched as some were forced into the cage and new ones entered. One of the newcomers spoke to her, and she looked up at him with dull red eyes. "Evridiki," she responded quietly, studying him with an intent expression. "Who are you? Did you see how they brought you in?"

He winced at her question, he learnt quickly not to become friends with other fighters or you'd be more likely to be put against them in a fight, however this wasn't the Arena he knew people fought to survive and only that so he replied quickly "Viserys" before pointing to his head wound "My escape plan when they first caught me didn't go quite to plan" almost sounding annoyed at her question, the gladiator quickly heard the door open a few burnt rolls of bread and a bucket of water was dumped on the ground causing Vis to quickly stand to leap for the food before slamming his fist into another man to stray him from the food he luckily gathered.

Sitting next to the women near the shadows paying no attention to the wings simply due to the fact he had seen worse things offered her half a loaf and a small amount of water, "From what I've seen people are too exhausted to try to escape hence the lack of guards, and in here its a free for all" nodding quickly to her boots and sword "Your lucky you got left with them, I had all my gear taken somewhere and whatever I have now is from killing" he then lowered his voice and sounded more cautious pointing towards a heavily armoured man with an axe, "He's been here a longest since the spire rose, they say he was a prisoner bound to death. Now he just kills for fun" now viserys was not medically trained by a long run but wetted the cloth on his feet with the precious water he had left to let out a sigh of relief "And that's why your lucky to have shoes" allowing himself a small chuckle before seeing the guards coming in a wrapping chains around him and Evridiki "Looks like the day isn't over yet, Angel" putting up little fight but paying attention to the area they passed through taking account of all the passages and doorways hoping to find a hint of moon light.

She didn't blame him for being agitated, but she was deeply frustrated by the fact that everyone who was brought there had been unconscious upon entry. When the food was roughly tossed in, Evri made no move towards it. What was the point? Refusing to be turned into one of the wild animals some of the fighters had become, she simply awaited the man's return. Surprisingly, he brought her a small bit of food and water, and she nodded in gratitude, accepting both. Vis made note of her belongings, and she shook her head shamefully. "Either they think I need the help because I'm a woman, or they just want a powerful victor to parade in front of the audience." Her voice carried a tone of coldness. The room itself was beginning to remind her of the time she spent chained up in a box. Although she did consider asking the man with the axe if he knew where the prisoners were brought in, the angel thought better of it. She was too tired to get into a fight.

The guards, however, did not seem to notice. Once again bound and undoubtably being dragged to the cage once more, Evri's temper began to flare. How dare they treat these people like animals, objects of entertainment? The more her anger flared, the hotter the chains nearest to her arms grew. Using her fire weaving, she slowly melted the metal, so that it would go unnoticed by the guards. There were only four of them, she noted when the chains were near breaking. "Get ready," she whispered to Vis, immediately snapping her chains and using her wings to knock the guards holding her to the ground. 

Because they had left her with her sword, she actually had a chance to escape. Swiftly, she moved over to the guards holding Viserys and stabbed her blade through one's heart, using him to knock the other off balance. Vis was now free from his chains and could do as he wanted. Evridiki had no idea how they were going to find a way out after they eliminated the guards, but that would be figured out later. Reinforcements would be coming if they didn't hurry. Suddenly, a jabbing pain seared through her thigh, caused by one of the guards on the ground piercing it with his spear. A ball of fire formed in her hand, and she shot it at her attacker as she waited for assistance from her fellow captive.

Grabbing his wrist rubbing them, it felt great to be free, if only he could have found a way to do it himself but for know, the gladiator had one target in mind looking down upon the unbalanced guard studying the fear in his face as the huge man stood over the top of him whispering a few worlds, glowing faintly before lifting the man by the head with both his hands watching the guard flail wildly against the hold digging nails into skin before the sickening crack audibly spread through the room as the lifeless body dropped down to the ground his now deformed head leaking blood slowly from the ear.

Of course he wasnt expecting the Angel to be hurt so easily but he felt it necessary to help her walking over the body of his last guard, blood still coating his hands and finally looking at the embering guard with a grimace "How does it feel to burn like us, like every person who lost a fight here, now tell me who created this sick sport and Ill make your death quick" the simple guard cried out and just as he opened his mouth exploded into flames that licked over Vis's skin leaving red burn marks that hurt him enough to recoil in pain, before picking up a chain clenching it tightly "This is just a cruel game!" charging the last guard an simple young boy who was put into a set of armour but an enemy is still a danger to him as he wrapped the heavy links against the poor boy's neck and tightened hearing a satisyfing pop as the body went limp.

It took a few minutes but luckily one of the dead guards was his size as he undressed him quickly sliding on the boots with a comfortable sigh and placing the few pieces of protection he could find, and even better the biggest of them had a steel war hammer almost the same weight, of course, he knew the adrenaline and spell would wear off soon and the sudden spike in pain he would feel from the burns would hurt alot more than any words spoken by the women in front of him "You know they had to die right?" Visery's spoke while adjusting his new gauntlets uncomfortably "It gives us more time to gather our items and find a way out" his voice was cold before adding one last phrase "I guess the big wide world is more like the arena than I thought"

Evridiki scowled bitterly as Viserys mercilessly killed the remaining guards. Perhaps she had given into the intense anger flooding around the arena, but at least she had the good conscience to feel guilty about it. "No, they didn't," she responded coldly, knowing fully well how little her words meant to him. "I'm not sure what you think is happening here, but allow me to enlighten you." The half-angel walked on, not caring if he followed her down the corridor or not. She'd seen a large door down one of the hallways as she passed, so that was where she was heading. "These people have no control over their actions. They're trapped by something sinister, and they can yet be saved." Tucking in her wings, she wiped the blood from her face.

"So you do as you please. I'm going to put an end to this," Evri stated, marching onwards to what was hopefully an exit. She could do nothing for the other prisoners if she was trapped with them. She ran a hand through her hair with a sigh. Although she was rather intimidating with her armor on, it seemed that people just didn't take her own brute strength as a threat. Which was probably why the guards thought they could be dragged to the cage with a few metal chains. Screams from the arena carried into the hallway, some applause and some roars of pure rage. A fight had just ended, and presumably, her fight with the gladiator was supposed to be next. Guards were going to get suspicious, the crowd was going to get restless, and she was going to get out.

Realizing how little time they had to escape, Evri considered it worth it to just bolt for the door. With a powerful flap of her wings, she lunged for the handle. The sound of footsteps echoed behind her. "There!" one guard shouted, and she knew she'd been caught. Luckily, she had reached the opening, so she jerked it open and… another long, empty hallway. As disappointing as it was, she could see holes in the ceiling where it had been shabbily constructed. She could probably break through it if– "Agh!" she shrieked, a sharp pain shooting through her shoulder near her wing. One of the men had tried to disable her, partially succeeding. "Beregida!" she screamed, causing half of the guards to fall onto the ground in a deep sleep. Of course, she could handle the rest on her own. But she sincerely hoped she wouldn't have to.

All he could do was groan at the ceiling as she ran off to go save the day "By the Seven Hells!" and then spoke his agility spell taking off back from where they came once hearing her scream of pain, many thoughts ran through his head that the Angel wouldnt be strong enough to deal with her issue long enough for the Gladiator to get his into action or even just running for the nearest exit he could find but expelling that idea Vis charged through the rusted iron gate with a grunt watching the dirty and burnt faces of the prisoners look up at him "All I ask in exchange for your freedom is your protection!" the rag tag group of fighters stood weakly up readying their weapons, but with a feeling of dread he saw the large armoured man walk over with a grunt he spoke "We fight as one!" causing a sea of screams as they followed Viserys back to where the Angel was fighting the rest of the guards.

The sound alone echoed loudly through the empty halls, fully knowing there was no way that any guards didn't hear the roaring group as they barged around the corner watching Evridiki fighting against the guards who weren't asleep allowing Vis to raise his hammer to the air and shout "These men are not guilty of these crimes! Anyone with Shields forms a wall and start pushing them back!" even then the men and women seemed hesitant to move before the large oath of the armoured man lifted a heavy shield and started moving forwards causing others to move as well allowing Viserys enough time to shoot over and wrapping a arm round Evridiki "Up you get now, fight isn't over quite yet" he stared at the fight with a straight face as the prisoners knocked them out with little trouble and started taking clothes and equipment, "Dont ever think I would just let people die".

It took just a few moments to tie the guards up and hide in a side room, as the large man walked over with a grin "She must be silly to save these people and you must be worse to help her for nothing, but we shall serve as a distraction" causing the prisoners behind to cheer and clang their weapons together before charging off back down the hall the opposite direction allowing the Gladiator to look around the room finishing while looking at the woman "Now did you find a way out? Because we have people to save" allowing himself to smirk at her.

She fought the guards off as best as she could, but the truth was that she was too exhausted and outnumbered to stand a chance of being successful. As she smacked the handle of her sword into one man's head, she could hear the faint noise of the building rumbling with the sounds of shouting and stomping. It seemed to distract a few of the guards, but she was still stuck on the defensive until Viserys bursted in with the other prisoners. "What in the gods' names?!" one voice called out among a few other confused comments. Even Evridiki was shocked at their sudden appearance. Luckily, the guards were soon too busy with the others to bother with her. The moment she stopped fighting, she kneeled to the ground, reaching her free hand over to touch her sore shoulder. Her left wing drooped significantly lower than the right, but she could still move it, and she suspected that she could probably still fly at least long enough to reach the ceiling.

In response to Vis lifting her off the ground, all Evri could do was stare in wonder at his act of bravery. Clearly, she had misjudged his intentions. Red eyes brightening with hope, she nodded in gratitude at both him and the large man for effectively getting rid of their attackers. "Thank you," she whispered with a mere hint of a smile in her expression. She lifted a hand up and pointed at the ceiling, where she could see the night sky peeking through in a few holes. "This area was constructed without care. I could easily break through it if I fly up there," she explained with a focused look on her face. However, something else occurred to her. "But I likely won't be able to lift you through the opening, with my… well." Evri shrugged her injured shoulder with an apologetic glance at Vis.

"Perhaps you could figure out a way while I create the exit?" she suggested, already leaving his support and preparing her wings to ascend into the air. Inspecting the roofing, she noticing that it was made of thin metal sheets stacked upon each other to be made slightly sturdier. She could break through it easily. Already beginning to tire from her lagging wing, the half-angel balled her hand into a fist, pulled back, and shot it forward. The sound of crunching metal filled the room as she punched a full stack of panels clean off the ceiling, watching it soar into the wastelands and crash into the sand. It left a pretty sizable hole that she was sure they could both fit through. Satisfied, Evri flew through and sat on the roof awaiting Viserys. "Have you found a way up?" she asked, knowing the sound would inevitably draw more guards to their location, despite the distraction of the other prisoners.

"I know you want to save everyone" watching her small smile "But who would save you?" helping her up enough for her to take flight, he quickly took a look around the room trying to find anything to use as a boost pad or a rope, but to no avail the gladiator could only see thrown around weapons and rusty one left by the Prisoner Army.

"There's no way up!" looking round in panic hearing the clatter of boots on the hard rocks, sighing slightly looking up at her "Its funny that you look like you looking down at me from the heavens, but where I'm going is a lot further down" letting a chuckle out as he picked up a bloodied crossbow and loading it, as he saw the squad of heavily armoured men with spears turn round the corner shouting "Filth! halt right there and die like the rest!" it's at that moment where he saw a massive hand on his shoulder looking up at the huge man letting a sad smile down at the Gladiator "I'm an old man who lived his life, now get going!" Viserys clawed at the man's armour "No! I don't even know your name!" the beast of the man let out a hearty chuckle throwing Vis high enough to clamber at the metal sheet and laughing "My name is Grizzly" before the guards reached him and spears seemed to stab at each gap in his armour causing the beast to yell out in pain as Vis looked horrified before raising up the crossbow "Thank you, Grizzly" firing it and putting the man quickly out of his misery.

He looked at Evridiki with a stare "Why would he do that… Grizzly didn't have to do that" standing up with a fire in his eyes "You thought I was angry before, well now I'm furious, we track down whatever beasts did this and then we maul them until they're unrecognisable" his hand white from the grip on his Warhammer and tears in his eyes "They trusted me! and they set a distraction for a mission that could fail!" it's at this point when all the mana he had been using hit him, feeling all the exhaustion in his body dropping to his knees and coughing small amount of blood before asking the Angel "What next?"

"Not all angels are destined for the heavens," she replied, spotting the numerous guards closing in on their position. Evridiki considered flying down and attempting to lift him up regardless of her own wound, but she was too late to offer him a way out. The man from before– Grizzly, as he stated–sacrificed himself so that they could escape. She watched in horror as his enormous body dropped to the ground, lifeless. Tears burned at the corners of her eyes, but years of practice had taught her that she needed to remain focused until they were completely safe. Helping him onto the roof, Evri quickly stretched a hand down towards the mass of guards, concentrating her remaining mana.

"Olapireta!" she cast, a beam of light forming in her hand. The light erupted into a blinding whiteness, causing the guards to be unable to see them escape. Although she heard his anger and frustration, she knew that they needed to keep level heads if they were going to make any impact at all. Evri knelt down next to him, using her uninjured wing to support his weight. "First, we heal ourselves," she stated, furrowing her eyebrows. "We're not going to help anyone like this." As she spoke, they moved towards the edge of the roof in the shadows, stealthily avoiding any outside patrol that might have been guarding the hellish arena. "Second, we get any remaining prisoners out of here and do as much damage to this place as possible." Slowly, the sounds of patrolling guards disappeared, replaced by the quiet, almost peaceful sounds of the night.

"Then," she grunted, peering down the slightly far drop to the ground, "we head towards Bohar. There's a tower there where the deities Xunatar and Dalanesca sit and watch all of this misery." With a scowl, her eyes dulled in anger. "They did this." Though she thought they were hardly a match for two divine beings, the half-angel had no doubt that others were already there, fighting against them. And, honestly, she didn't care if she died fighting them. It was as good a way to go as any. Shaking her head vigorously, she leapt off the edge, still holding onto Vis. She outstretched her wings to soften their landing in the sand, but she was already winded from even that much physical exertion. Her chest heaving, she knew that they couldn't afford to stop. "Sorry… need to keep moving," she breathed, eyes facing forward, locked on the town of Eyota Etu in the distance.