"This is not what we agreed upon!" barked Redbeard, at least as loud as his hoarse voice could allow. "I wasn't informed that my men will have to deal with witchcraft! Even when you've requested for two of them, it's still an unfair match without proper equipment and preparation. You should have told me!" said the aged man.
"We need something new, something fresh for our customers!" snarled the man... or creature-in-charge rather. "But now you know.. There'll be matches where your men have to face one from this House, aside from dealing with those from another. We do need to warm them up otherwise, they'll rot in those cells.. You know I speak true, Redbeard!" exclaimed the Varoogla, surprisingly with a tongue and charisma of a merchant.
The arrival of the new shipment managed to make the old man turn around, his eyes widened at the sight of Onix. A disapproving look masked him then. Another human, in their ranks, Redbeard told himself. He then dropped his gaze to as if search the floor. Hoping to retrieve a fallen solution, a way out. Something to return the hope of his men, as well as to himself. Two of his finest warriors had fell. One instantly robbed of life while the other became a vegetable, lying in the personal healing chambers of the crone with a healing touch.
"Hand this one over to me..." said Redbeard finally.
"You realized she is only here because of that craft!"
"I know.. And having one who's capable of wielding it in the team should be of help to my men.. Besides..." he almost hesitated, fearing that he couldn't live to the promise he's about to make. "..they might provide a spectacular match against your men.. A good warm up training, I'd say.."
A long moment of silence before the Varoogla nodded to those holding on to Onix's chains, keeping her in between them and in control. "Very well, but she'll be walking around in your yard wearing the collar of seal.
Those in front of the line were utterly dumb-founded then, stunned for a moment before looks were exchanged between themselves. Whispers soon reached to the ears of Asad near the end. A child seemed to be in charge. To be more accurate, a crippled child. But they sensed no hostility from the boy. In fact, his stuttering words were mingled with a tone of sadness, croaking with sympathy along with a hint of nervousness.
"This your sword.. and this your shield.." he finally handed a weapon -with trembling hands- to Asad before handing a rounded shield to the very man who'd exchanged words with the man of olive skin.
With the eyes of the vile warden burning onto his every actions, Pot was lost for words to give as he unshackled them. An advice, he thought of sharing. But he hesitated. Realizing how unworthy he was to say the exact same words he'd heard Redbeard uttered for countless of times. The what might be a spirit rising statements, a morale booster; might just start tickling these men's sides, probably killing them outright as they laughed. At least that's a sight worth watching compared to the death he'd grown immune to within the belly of the arena behind him. So in the end, he remained silent. His concentration mainly on the bolt he'd got to knock in order to chain the pair together, limiting the movements of a fighter to that of another. Asad's left wrist to the other man's right.
Fight and live so you can die in a better place...
The boy inwardly said. Eyes holding briefly on each of their faces, hoping to see that familiar glow. Wishing to see another Jaymz, another Saidah. But Pot feared his own inner voice when the reply came negative. He eyed Asad's back as the man headed for the gate with the man beside him.
The collar dangled at the end of a long pole, appearing to look like a noose from afar. To be in Onix's position, it might as well be at the end of a noose. Hung for as long as she's here on the island until death finally freed it off her. Taut were the chains as they were being pulled, securing the planks in it's place, holding Onix in place as well before they lowered it down over her head and then pulling it to secure the collar around her neck. The pole still attached, pressing uncomfortably over the spine, threatening to snap them with a single thrust or choke her to death in a sharp tug. Once the collar got on, the others approached her from the back and released the planks.
"Take her away.." waved the slave master to Redbeard. "..but I want her to undergo the requirement stage like the rest!"
"There's another thing.."
"Allow my men to pay those in the cells a visit.. Give them a chance to learn something else aside from this one.." said Redbeard calmly, controlling his voice as best as he could so that his motives could escape from being noticed.
"No! Things might went out of hand with the lot.."
"What are the chances of the captives you possess teaching the humans?"
A moment to think, the Varoogla took, knowing that it would be unlikely. "Alright, but just one at mid-afternoon everyday... Anyone else found sneaking in aside from the time, I'll hold you responsible.."
"Thank you!" said Redbeard before he bowed slightly and then turned around to face Onix.
He'd kept a straight face at the way she'd protested, delighted that his instincts to get her on his team was right. From the corner of his eyes though, he can't help but noticed another interesting captive. One of their own kind, he asked. But why? And he'd hoped that what he'd planned will provide him with answers. Redbeard recalled another human-like figure -Zorteus- during his way here as well. So if the window he'd been granted with, to have his men mingle around with those caged, he might gain favors from the inside. More troops for him. Higher chance of achieving what he'd yearned for.