Radiantly Radioactive
The winters on Valkae were mild compared to the northern lands that lay across the Kimean Sea. Yet, the blizzards in far Mirholme paled in comparison to the sheet of ice that had developed between Hippothoe and Brisia. The comradery among the eight gladiatrices from Asteria was in many ways broken. In late November, a… Continue reading Slip, Slip, Slidin’ Away
Brisia was stunned. She sat staring into the arena with disbelief. "Hey, Brisia, she called your name." said Ingrid. "Why Brisia?" someone whispered. Brisia stood up and picked up her shield. "It doesn't matter." she replied. "I am a gladiatrix. I fight whenever I am called. It doesn't matter who the opponent is." The words… Continue reading Hippothoe – Part 3
"She can't be serious?" asked Brisia as she stepped out of the river. Polydora handed her a towel and replied "She is serious, you can ask her yourself. She wants to fight five matches in a row come next game day." "What did Margo say?" asked Harmothoe brushing her hair. Polydora shrugged her shoulders. "She… Continue reading Hippothoe – Part 1
"They have you matched against Antigone today. She has two long swords, do you remember how she uses them from training?" asked Margo. "I've never seen her train." replied Brisia. "Exactly." said Margo. "You've never seen her exercise or practice. She may not be any better with a blade than you, or she may be… Continue reading Ol’ One Eye
"She needs a weapon, a sword." commanded Lady Eustace, Captain of the Queen's Companions. A sword was thrust into Brisia's hand. The arena's mistress of arms offered Brisia a small buckler. As Brisia reached for it, Lady Eustace struck Brisia with a willow switch. "No, no, you have no need for a shield. Remember, shield… Continue reading Shield Flinger
