Halga lumbers over to his cell. He walks past several of the other gladiators, offering grins and claps on the back. He seems to be enjoying his time in the arenas despite his captivity. The large man enters his cell and lays down heavily on his bed. He lays an arm over his eyes and the sounds of snoring soon drift from his room.
Artyom stands perfectly still in his cell. He bends at the waist in a low bow. Then the monk begins a series of movements. His arms move in slow counter directional circles while his legs bend and wrap among eachother. He shifts his weight to his toes and then falls to his face. His hands catch him at the last moment. The monk forms his thumbs and forefingers of each hand into a L. As he puts his weight on his hands he brings his legs up, extending his arms fully until he is perfectly vertical. Artyom holds this position for minutes, exhaling slowly in meditation.
When the monk is finished he strides out into the common area, wandering among the other slaves and captives. "How long will I be confined here against my will, forced to do battle for the amusement of cruel task masters while my mission goes uncompleted?" He mutters to himself as he waits for his next battle to start.
((OOC: I'll be playing Artyom, my monk in the next chapter/battle.))
Artyom stands perfectly still in his cell. He bends at the waist in a low bow. Then the monk begins a series of movements. His arms move in slow counter directional circles while his legs bend and wrap among eachother. He shifts his weight to his toes and then falls to his face. His hands catch him at the last moment. The monk forms his thumbs and forefingers of each hand into a L. As he puts his weight on his hands he brings his legs up, extending his arms fully until he is perfectly vertical. Artyom holds this position for minutes, exhaling slowly in meditation.
When the monk is finished he strides out into the common area, wandering among the other slaves and captives. "How long will I be confined here against my will, forced to do battle for the amusement of cruel task masters while my mission goes uncompleted?" He mutters to himself as he waits for his next battle to start.
((OOC: I'll be playing Artyom, my monk in the next chapter/battle.))
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