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Michelle the Editor
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Hearing the noise of pain Osethy winced and muttered an apology. As soon as she grabbed the cloth he slid back into position. He heard the quiet thanks, and nodded once. Talking might not be a good idea out here, especially if the guard thought they'd stopped to chat. Still, he hoped the guard was annoyed. Any chance to stop someone from treating a fellow slave like a piece of meat.
As they approached the opened door, Osethy looked around with a mixture of interest and apprehension. He'd never been to this part of the underground before, and wasn't sure what to make of it. It seemed very quiet; either there weren't many fighters here or they were outside, fighting or getting ready to fight. Each owner had his or her own rules about how their fighters behaved, and silence might just be one of them this time.
Supporting Nal he entered the hallway, and glanced back for the guard. The cell doors were almost certainly locked and he had the keys.
As they approached the opened door, Osethy looked around with a mixture of interest and apprehension. He'd never been to this part of the underground before, and wasn't sure what to make of it. It seemed very quiet; either there weren't many fighters here or they were outside, fighting or getting ready to fight. Each owner had his or her own rules about how their fighters behaved, and silence might just be one of them this time.
Supporting Nal he entered the hallway, and glanced back for the guard. The cell doors were almost certainly locked and he had the keys.