Slave Pits of the Tyrannical God (Path of Transcendence Book 2) by Brian McGoldrick
Authors: Brian McGoldrick
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of an advantage he has. I charge straight in, attacking with everything I have.
Thrall does not retreat, using only his hands or feet to deflect my attacks. No matter where I strike, he has no weakness in his defense. Space starts to warp around hands and feet, as I use the movement techniques from Shadow Fist to increase the speed my attacks, but it is still useless. Thrall looks like he is moving slowly, but no matter where or how I strike, his block is always there.
Brand is stronger than this. Why is Brand losing?
I must have been daydreaming about Perzey. This is one hell of time to be dreaming about her. I am staring at the ceiling again. I do not even know when or how Thrall hit me.
Sitting up, I stare at Thrall. His face is an impassive mask. Even though he is taller and much heavier, his speed so outclasses my own, it is obvious we are in completely different realms of ability.
“Teach me the real Shadow Fist.”
Thrall smiles, but it is not a friendly expression. “You will suffer.”
“I'm not afraid of pain. It's my only friend.”
“Follow me.”
We go back through the Smithy, to the door opposite the sealed entry. The corridor is over a hundred feet long., with several doors along its length. The door at the end opens into a dojo.
Looking around the dojo, I am not sure how it can fit in the Blood Rose Stable compound. If I am right about where we are, the ceiling is too high, and the room is too wide. No matter how I look at it, this room should be impinging on the gladiator cells and the second floor rooms used by Elan'fer'sha.
“This training hall does not exist in the same dimension as the rest of Gor'achen Citadel. It is a dimensional pocket that I created.”
The training hall is huge, easily a thousand feet long and five hundred wide. The walls are lined with weapon racks filled with thousands upon thousands of weapons. An area in the near-right corner from where we entered has training equipment made from wood, stone, and metal. The far-right corner has what looks like a jungle gym designed by an insane amusement park builder.
I would say I am amazed by this training hall, but my brain has not caught up enough to reach amazed yet.
“First, you need to learn how to think, feel, move, breathe, and exist properly”
*** Gor'achen Citadel (Over Tallifer) - Battleground of the Damned ***
Return: Day 149
Five bull orcs faced off against a single DokkAlfar female, and more than a dozen bull orc corpses littered the floor around them. Though outnumbering the DokkAlfar, the orcs looked at her with fear in their eyes. The DokkAlfar female was faster and stronger than each of them.
Before being enslaved by the DokkAlfar, each of the orcs had been an alpha ruling over more orcs than they could count. Each alpha's horde consisted of more than a double fist of warbands, each having more than a double-hand of marches, with each march made up of a double-hand of double-hands of fists. In orc math, a hand is five, a double-hand is ten, a fist is twenty-five and a double-fist is fifty. All of those numbers are approximate, since orcs do not like to be bothered with learning math, when they can learn to kill instead. The crude orc counting methods totaled roughly one and a quarter million bull orcs in each horde, with the bitches and brats increasing that size to at least eight to ten million orcs in the horde.
The DokkAlfar female was dressed in chainmail so thin and so formfitting that it looked more like a leotard than armor. If it did not have a pattern containing a massive amount of Power, it would have offered no protection whatsoever. Instead of the glaive, which was the most common polearm used by the DokkAlfar, she was using a spear that was more than a foot longer than she was tall.
“Mistress. The human animals are here. I have them in one of the lesser supplicants waiting salon.” Dressed in black pants and shirt that had been considered proper formal clothing over eight
Thrall does not retreat, using only his hands or feet to deflect my attacks. No matter where I strike, he has no weakness in his defense. Space starts to warp around hands and feet, as I use the movement techniques from Shadow Fist to increase the speed my attacks, but it is still useless. Thrall looks like he is moving slowly, but no matter where or how I strike, his block is always there.
Brand is stronger than this. Why is Brand losing?
I must have been daydreaming about Perzey. This is one hell of time to be dreaming about her. I am staring at the ceiling again. I do not even know when or how Thrall hit me.
Sitting up, I stare at Thrall. His face is an impassive mask. Even though he is taller and much heavier, his speed so outclasses my own, it is obvious we are in completely different realms of ability.
“Teach me the real Shadow Fist.”
Thrall smiles, but it is not a friendly expression. “You will suffer.”
“I'm not afraid of pain. It's my only friend.”
“Follow me.”
We go back through the Smithy, to the door opposite the sealed entry. The corridor is over a hundred feet long., with several doors along its length. The door at the end opens into a dojo.
Looking around the dojo, I am not sure how it can fit in the Blood Rose Stable compound. If I am right about where we are, the ceiling is too high, and the room is too wide. No matter how I look at it, this room should be impinging on the gladiator cells and the second floor rooms used by Elan'fer'sha.
“This training hall does not exist in the same dimension as the rest of Gor'achen Citadel. It is a dimensional pocket that I created.”
The training hall is huge, easily a thousand feet long and five hundred wide. The walls are lined with weapon racks filled with thousands upon thousands of weapons. An area in the near-right corner from where we entered has training equipment made from wood, stone, and metal. The far-right corner has what looks like a jungle gym designed by an insane amusement park builder.
I would say I am amazed by this training hall, but my brain has not caught up enough to reach amazed yet.
“First, you need to learn how to think, feel, move, breathe, and exist properly”
*** Gor'achen Citadel (Over Tallifer) - Battleground of the Damned ***
Return: Day 149
Five bull orcs faced off against a single DokkAlfar female, and more than a dozen bull orc corpses littered the floor around them. Though outnumbering the DokkAlfar, the orcs looked at her with fear in their eyes. The DokkAlfar female was faster and stronger than each of them.
Before being enslaved by the DokkAlfar, each of the orcs had been an alpha ruling over more orcs than they could count. Each alpha's horde consisted of more than a double fist of warbands, each having more than a double-hand of marches, with each march made up of a double-hand of double-hands of fists. In orc math, a hand is five, a double-hand is ten, a fist is twenty-five and a double-fist is fifty. All of those numbers are approximate, since orcs do not like to be bothered with learning math, when they can learn to kill instead. The crude orc counting methods totaled roughly one and a quarter million bull orcs in each horde, with the bitches and brats increasing that size to at least eight to ten million orcs in the horde.
The DokkAlfar female was dressed in chainmail so thin and so formfitting that it looked more like a leotard than armor. If it did not have a pattern containing a massive amount of Power, it would have offered no protection whatsoever. Instead of the glaive, which was the most common polearm used by the DokkAlfar, she was using a spear that was more than a foot longer than she was tall.
“Mistress. The human animals are here. I have them in one of the lesser supplicants waiting salon.” Dressed in black pants and shirt that had been considered proper formal clothing over eight
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