Daendel was woken up by a cold bucket of water splashing his face, by none other than the man who took him there. "Morning sleeping beauty, you ready to die", said the man.
Daendel said,"What do you gain from being so rude to the prisoners?"
"Laughter", He said then he laughed and walked away. As he was walking away he said,"Down the hall to the left is where you"ll be training, don't try to escape or else I'll be forced to kill you!" He sounded way too happy for that.
Daendel went to the room that the man mentioned, its was a big room with lots of people sparring in it. Most of them were all grizzled men who have done unspeakable crimes, but there were the few young people off to the side of the room. Daendel naturally went to the farthest corner of the room. As he went to sit down, three men came up to him and surrounded him in the the corner.
"Hey kid, I need a punching bag. Mind if I used you?" The other two snickered after he said that.
"Yeah, I do mind. Why would I voluntarily get beat up? I'm not as stupid as you!" The men were silent after that, then the one who was talking grabbed Daendel by the shirt and said,"You lookin' for a beating boy?"
"No, I believe I just said I wasn't stupid." The man was about to punch him when a guard stepped in and stopped him then said,"Save it for the games lowlifes." The man walked away with a scowl on his face.
Daendel continued to sit in the corner when this guy about his age walked up to him and asked if he wanted to fight him. Daendel thought, "Might as well, I have to train somehow." Daendel got up and said,"Yeah sure."
They walked over to an open mat, the guy asked if they would use weapons or not. Daendel said,"use whatever you want, its fine with me." The guy grabbed a training staff.
"Alright, let's begin." The guy made the first move, an overhead chop. Daendel swung to the left and punched him in the gut, making him double over and drop the staff. Daendel grabbed it and swung at his head, stopping centimeters away from him. "You might want to keep your guard up in the Games, you would've died right there."
"Thanks for the tip", he said as he grabbed the staff then swung it at Daendel's feet, knocking him down then pointing the staff at his face . he smiled when he said,"You should too." Daendel got up and said,"I see, what's your name?"
"Garn is what I'm called. What about you?"
"Daendel."
"Nice name, is it elven?"
"Yeah, what's your's?"
"Orcish, my parents thought it would be cool."
"It is."
"Thanks, so's your's."
"Thanks."
The man and his group from earlier came up to them and the leader said,"Awww look, pipsqueaks got a friend!"
Daendel looked him in the face and punched him in the nose, knocking him out. All went silent, Garn just stared in amazement as the other guys slowly backed away from Daendel.
Daendel said,"I got tired of him."
