Gabatrix: Force and Vehemence

Chapter 4: The Gelta Tournament

"And you made the appropriate adjustments to your arm?" Saburo asked Bransen.

"Yes," Bransen replied.

A few days passed. By now, Bransen felt like his legs were made of steel. The gravity barely hindered him as the two humans marched through a set of open doors. Green and yellow alien silk lined the door frames. The hint of old carpet smell filled the air. In many ways, the enclosed dark coliseum reminded the man of the past arenas of the UWAF. However, there weren't as much of cheering crowds. The T'rintar people were generally calmer than human beings. Even with a chance to see how they behaved, they were usually easy to anger, but it was different when it came to entertainment. In large crowds, the T'rintar were actually somewhat behaved. They simply stared and watched the performances. A few would say various words, but it was just quieter.

Even now, as Bransen walked into the enclosed arena stage, there were a few responses. There was no overhead spotlight, and it was almost as if Bransen and Saburo walked into a hollowed room. Bransen did feel the gaze of thousands of reptilian eyes upon him but little else. There were still a few whispers and clicking in various voices, but nothing else.

Bransen knew the fighting arena of the first Itrean Gelta Tournament. It was the newest of the five main "coliseums." New Atrea, the planet, was one of the more recent additions to the T'rintar clan, acting as a makeshift capital world of the entire clan. However, New Atrea's legacy had been somewhat jaded. While it served as an administrative hub, the fact remained that the Itreans had scores of habitable worlds.

Furthermore, each of the four T'rintar kingdoms already had its central hubs of administration. New Atrea might have been the capital, but it almost only served in that name only. What it made up for was its raw beauty, forests, and remote villages. Various groups of Yutilians had easily found remote places to be one with nature.

"Ok....," Saburo said as they approached the center stage. "Remember....one fight today. We're making it easier for you. Just remember....Gen'wi will go for your eyes. Here...."

"What is this....oh," Bransen replied. His coach handed him a pair of tinted glasses. Bransen already knew what this was for as he put them on. The simple piece of eyewear served as protection from what Gen'wi was most likely going to do. When they slipped on, they were actually quite snug, with large enough rims to seal over his nose and cheeks. It almost appeared to be like a mask for him.

"How good is her English?" Bransen asked.

"I don't know," Saburo replied. "There's only one way to find out."

Bransen's adrenaline began to build up. He felt anxious, knowing that he was going into a battle he knew little about. He had to rely on his two-day training to get him ready, but even then, this would be a make-or-break fight. Each day would be a fight or perhaps two.

By now, Bransen understood that the reason for the little cheering was the fact that battles had been going on all day. The audience might have been fatigued from the constant fights. However, Bransen also knew that he had gathered their attention rather well.

The center arena floor was slightly circular in shape. There were a few metal rods that protruded from the edge. There appeared to be emitters that lined these rods. Dark gray hexagonal soft tiles lined the floor. A line of green grass rose up to the edges before coming to a stop at the elevated edge. There was already a physician, a female doctor by the name of Doctor Abril. She was in a red and blue garment with a red cross painted on her shoulder. She was sitting at a nearby table where Saburo would also sit.

"Where is that announcer?" Bransen asked as he looked at the area.

"Miss his voice?" Saburo asked.