Not Interested

Griffin ‘Divos’ Hasapis (Mythical Butcher) let his mind drift back to another life as he watched the fighters sparring in the ring. He couldn’t believe how training had changed over the centuries.

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The sun was hot that day, and he could feel it on his flesh. The leather harness that was his 'armor' was nearly non-existent. It didn't matter to Divos as long as he could feel himself move, and could feel the sand beneath his booted feet. Divos could hear the roaring of the surrounding crowds. He was a large beast. His waist was the size of a tree trunk, and he stood nearly two heads taller than most of the other fighters in the arena. It was his first time in battle since he was captured and enslaved. There were three others on his team who would soon find out they were not needed.

With one swing of his massive ax, the head of an enemy was cleaved in two, spilling brain matter over the arena sands. Divos could feel his heart thundering in his chest as he moved closer to a smaller ma