Highlanding in the Coliseum

[Gin Yatreg]

Continued from Harmony of Dissonance

Gin was jolted awake, he felt the floor beneath him move slightly. Wait, floor? He sat up, his vision was pitch black. "Wasn't I at the bottom of a river?"

"Ah, finally awake eh? About time, I thought I'd 'ave to drag around dead weight for the entire match. Though considerin' the look of ye before they put us here, I might 'ave to do that anyway." said a voice from the darkness.

"Who's there?!" Gin called out.

"Don't be alarmed boyo, yeh needn't worry about me. I ain't the type that'd stab an ally in the back." the voice said.

"Alright, I'm confused. Just where the heck are we?" Gin asked.

"Don't ye know laddie? Yer at the coliseum. I thought ye'd know that considerin' ye had yer bird bring yeh here." the voice said.

"My bird...? Oh! Tonic must have fished me out of the river and brought me here. Though, I don't remember seeing a coliseum near Darkshire." Gin said.

"Darkshire?! Ye mean ye got here from the ol' moors? Well, ye might not be as much of a Jessie as I though ye were. Though ye might be a wee bit aff yer heid. Either way ye 'ave my respect. What's yer name laddie?" the voice asked.

"Thanks...I guess. Uh...the name's Gin." he said.

"Gin, eh? I'm more of a rum man meself, but that's fine. Anyway, my name is Baltair, and we're gonna be working together for the time bein." Baltair said.

"Eh? What do you mean by that? Are we gonna have to do a team event or something?" Gin asked.

Baltair sighed, "Ye really 'ave no idea what goes on in this coliseum do yeh?"

"Huh?" Gin said, confused.

It was at that moment that the floor began to move again. It felt like it was rising up to the ceiling. Gin looked up and saw that an entrance was opening up. Light shined in, illuminating the once dark room. Gin shielded his eyes and waited for them to readjust to the light. He looked behind him and saw Baltair for the first time. He was an older man, late 30's perhaps. Baltair had brown hair, an eyepatch on his left eye, and seemed to be well dressed. Gin saw a long sword strapped to Baltair's back as well.

"Well, you'll be finding out soon enough, lad." Baltair said.

The rising floor they were on finally reached the top of the tunnel. Gin and Baltair were soon bombarded with cheers from the stands. Gin looked around, the place was huge, and filled to the brim with people. He looked back down at ground level, and saw more people were rising out of holes similar to the one he and Baltair just came out of. Gin then heard a voice that seemed to cut through the cheers of the coliseum.

"Our fighters are on the grounds, so let's not delay any further shall we? Today's game is a special one, but the rules are simple! Our fighters are all paired in teams of two, and will attempt to be the last team standing by the end of the match. To disqualify another team, both members of said team must be either unconscious or dead. If one member can still fight, that team is still in the game. After a certain amount of time, hazards will be added into the mix. What will these hazards be? We'll leave that as a surprise. Now let's begin this BATTLE ROYALE!"