Title: Abaddon Rising. You might remember Joss from Breeder Slave who is seen battling on Ausenseleut in the warrior pits. This is her story.
Little bit to whet your interest:
Revelations 9:11
They had as a king over them the Angel of the Abyss
whose name ... is Abaddon ... (that is Destroyer)
“Get up!” Joss screamed over and over as she pounded her fists
against the high retaining wall. “Anashe!
Get up! Get up!”
Anashe, the stunning Shona woman
from Zimbabwe ,
knelt in the chalky dust of the pit. A bloody network of cuts and purple bruises
marked her smooth cocoa skin, interwoven with rivers of crimson dripping to the
churned-up ground below. Her left arm hung at her side, crushed by the force of
the massive war club wielded by Muugoa, a nightmarish creature brought in by a
rival Deg’Nara clan as their champion. Though slow and lumbering, the horrific beast
was nonetheless stronger by far than the courageous human female.
Joss stifled a sob as Anashe
parried yet another brutal blow with the battered shield but without the means
to strike back, she was defenseless and too weak, too worn out to withstand the
fury of Muugoa. This was Anashe’s sixth match over the past several rotations
but this one was without doubt the most formidable. The Shona woman had fought
well, dancing in and striking before retreating but time and stamina were on
Muugoa’s side and she was no match for the huge Santovaran. As she weakened and
faltered, he’d pressed the attack even harder, knocking the three-pronged spear
from her hand and then dealt a paralyzing blow to her arm. She’d tripped and
then stayed down.
Sensing victory, the monster brayed
like a donkey, displaying a mouthful of rotted stumps and decaying teeth as he
rained blow after blow on the stricken female. Anashe fell back on the blood-soaked
ground.
“Stop
him!” Joss screamed to the crowd. “Stop
him! Stop him! He’s won! He’s won! She doesn’t have to die!”
Submitting this to publisher soon! Wish me luck!
Patsy
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