The sky was darkening, it was already late. Soon, it would be night, but this didn't stop the General Tacitus Silanus and his three orchish chieftains accompanying him from their mission; to kidnap the youngest son of a human tribe chief. Silanus was returning from a diplomatic travel, in which he asked a tribelord for cooperation and offered to sell their steel weaponry, however, the tribal leader preferred their iron, antiquated weapons and denied his offer. As a revenge, the General wanted to kidnap his son and force him to fight in their Pits until he eventually died as expected.

The General and his companions hid in the bushes, awaiting to strike just as a predator stalks his prey, waiting for the right moment to attack. The young, tall man was returning from a hunt alone, and was coming back with the spoils. "Now!" Ordered Silanus. As he commanded, his orchish brutes charged and tackled the man, then tied him. "Remember me, lad? This happens when you turn down my offer, now… Off to the Pits with you, scum!" He exclaimed. The unrelenting prisoner did not give up, so eventually one of the orcs knocked him down… The place was lonely, silent and dark, it would be very hard for someone to find them, not impossible however. 

"Let's get going." Ordered Silanus once again, and the orcs, with the unconscious body, approached their horses to mount them and go back to their garrison.

The void between day and night was enjoyable for Vis, easy to see where his target was going yet dark enough if looked could blend into the plant life in front. However the annoying thing was that his target just got kidnapped by a bunch of Orcs and an angry looking man sure the gladiator didn't really need the man's hunting rewards but the taste of goat really was a rare treat this deep in the wilderness so as he turned to leave before being spotted all he could do was mutter "Fucked by the deities again…" running through the brush into the path of the travelling soldiers with his hands up.

"Sh sh sh let's all settle down, it's such a lovely night lets not ruin it" allowing his hands to drop to his side, one hand resting upon a worn sword hilt that showed signs of extreme use yet clean enough to show intense cleaning, allowing his eyes to drift seeing one of the Orc's draw their blade and prepare to take a swing at the man obviously pissed that Viserys had gotten in the way of its plan which led to the pommel of the gladiators sword hitting the middle of the beast's chest causing it to stumble back with its large feet and with an expert flash of steel the tip of a polished blade to its next "You see its polite to ask for names when being introduced, my name is Viserys and by many known as the great slayer of anger, The Free Fighter and The Slave of Broken Chains, so I suggest purely that you release the boy before I have to free him for myself".

To show his intentions or a power play he did not know at the moment the man slid his sword back to its sheath with a smile on allowing the Orc to sorely rub its chest before glancing at the armoured man "I'm sensing your the leader" looking down at his style of wear and the weapon on his side "Arent your kind a tad far from home?" only pausing to think "by any chance connected to the man from Mamlak? If so I have to say you know something I want".

Oh, just what Silanus needed, a wanderer who wanted to play hero and save the man, even if it meant risking his own life against a bunch of armoured men! At first, he seemed like a common traveler, then he unsheated a sword and pushed the orchish chieftain with the pommel. How intrepid! "Do you hav' a deathwish, tiny dog?" Asked the angry orc when he saw how his companion was pushed back. The orc approached the random man, with his heavy traditional orchish armor and cold-steel maul, which he held with both of his hands. "I will feast on your heart!!!" Yelled the chief, before charging to battle.

However, the orc's charge was stopped when Tacitus Silanus, the leader of the group, halted him. "Wait, Vashk. Let me speak with him first." Asked the commander, to which the orc answered: "Be fast, my hammer strives for blood." Silanus, hand on his sword's pommel, approached the armed man and said: "Greetings, my name is Tacitus Silanus, supreme General of the Fratian people. I've been in Mamlak many times, although it's not our home." A brief moment of silent took place, before the overconfident general interrupted it by speaking once again: "Why would you want something from me, stranger? Especially when you are threatening me. Begone, before my patience runs out!" He yelled at the gladiator.

The orc let out a mighty roar and exclaimed: "Do not let him go, I want his bones crushed!" After saying that, the chieftain got closer and closer, ready to strike when the moment was clear.

"You lot are all the same," Vis said with a chuckle his eyes never leaving the General's "Stuck up and believe they can win given the chances, now what I wanted is the beast's the boy hunted but your brutish pets seemed to enjoy trampling them" almost smirking at the Angry chieftains rants paying the large orc no heed only adding to his grin. "But I believe handing the boy to me so I can get the reward for his rescue, which I'm sure there will, is enough".

Finally turning to the Orc wielding the maul with an unimpressed look "And who will be the one crushing them? Perhaps your fellow Orc they seem more capable of dealing with such an insect-like me? Maybe an Orc with such a scrawny figure is scared of me!?" watching the beast's teeth bare in angry, taking the opportunity of his angry bulky movements the Gladiator mumbled a few words allowing his legs to glow in the setting sky, hopping from one foot to the other seemingly to test out something beneath before watching the orc roar and swing the maul downwards, almost as if he saw the attack coming Vis put his palm against the flat of his blade pushing it out against the Maul's shaft allowing it to miss him by only a few hairs before taking off at such speeds that the Orc almost stumbled backwards as the fighter lept against its knee, wrapping the flat side of the blade against its greesy neck only applying enough pressure to the sharp side's to cause a small trickle of blood to appear "You see, your Supreme General" almost spitting the words at Silanus "I could easily just twist the blade killing this angry mongrel due to blood lost" a grin appeared on his face before sliding off the orc's back allowing it to go lick its wounds or retailate which would most likely lead to its death.

"Now from what I see is that you have Two very stupid choices and One smart choice, now I won't tell you which is which so take a guess; Either, one you run back to wherever your going with the boy in tow, and I'll track you down and remove your taint from the word and take the boy anyway. Two, you try to kill me before I kill you and with what I just did to such a 'confident' Orc I highly doubt it would end well for either of us. Finally three you give me the boy and we can go our merry little ways" the confidence ebbing off his tongue was all fake of course knowing that the general was no mere Orc brute or Soldier but instead likely trained in advanced techniques or magic that would cost gold to learn, while he was simply a self-taught fighter, but once again like the Arena confidence meant the crowd either feared or loved him and today Vis really hoped that the three heavily armed men feared him.